“You don’t have to say anything, babe. I’m glad I could do this for you. I probably should confess. I did have an ulterior motive.”
“You did?” I ask.
“Yes. This was my way of guaranteeing you’d stay up here with me,” he says smiling sheepishly.
“Well I hate to tell you, but you wasted your money because I would’ve stayed regardless. You’re stuck with me Mr. Reynolds.”
“Damn,” he says, and we both laugh. “I’ve organised a rep to come meet with you on Wednesday so you can stock up on the supplies you’re gonna need before you open.”
“You’re amazing,” I reply placing my lips on his.
“I know.”
“And extremely modest,” I add, kissing him again.
“That too,” he chuckles.
“And all mine.”
“You better believe it, baby,” he says.
Next we head upstairs so I can see the renovations he’s made to the apartment. “Wow,” is all I say when we first enter. I can’t believe how much bigger it looks. They’ve knocked down the majority of the wall that divided both buildings, opening the space right up.
“We have three bedrooms now. Our room has moved. I’ve even added an en-suite so our guest can use the main bathroom. Come, let me show you.” I can hear the excitement in his voice as he pulls me along. It’s infectious. I’m still on a high from downstairs. Of course he leads us straight to our new room.
“Wow,” I say when we walk in. The bedroom is now in what was the building next door. Carter has installed floor to ceiling windows in this part as well. Our new bedroom now has the same view of the ocean, like the lounge room does. It’s breathtaking. I’m not sure what is going to be better, waking up to Carter’s handsome face everyday, or the ocean.
As pretty as the ocean view is, I think Carter would have to win that one.
“As you can see I bought us a new bedroom suite. I put the old one in the spare room. Your drawers are over there,” he says pointing to the ones on the left. “Come look at the walk-in-robe I had built for you.” I’m smiling as he drags me across the room. I look back over my shoulder at my new room, trying to take it all in.
The suite he bought is so nice. There are two large, matching timber chest of drawers that are painted white, but the drawer fronts are finished in a dark timber stain with white handles to tie it all together. The bedside tables are the same. The bed is ginormous, so much bigger than the last one. The room is painted in a deep, musky, sky blue colour, still keeping its masculinity, but the large white mirror hanging on the far wall, the sheer white curtains, and white covers on the bed, soften the room. There is a large oval blue and white rug on the floor, and a few blue cushions on the bed that blend in with the wall colour. Honestly, I love it. He must’ve had some help decorating this room. Although masculine, it definitely has a feminine touch.
“Holy crap,” I screech when we round the corner to the walk-in-robe. “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.” He chuckles at my comment.
“I knew you’d like this. Look, it even has little shelves for the ridiculous amount of shoes you own.”
“It’s not ridiculous,” I say, playfully elbowing him. “I’m a girl. Girls need a lot of shoes. It’s in our genetic makeup.” He rolls his eyes, but doesn’t respond. My eyes dart everywhere. This is one mother of a walk-in-robe. Carter already has some of his clothes hanging. “This is absolutely breathtaking.” I open my arms wide and twirl around in a circle. “I could seriously live in this space.” He laughs at my craziness.
“As long as you’re in bed with me every night, I don’t care how long you spend in here.” When I finish my little twirl I saunter over to him, reaching for the button of his jeans. “What are you doing?” he asks, raising his eyebrows.
“Kissing your dick better. You said when we were downstairs it was hurting.” He growls when I say that.
“It only hurts because it’s been missing you.”
“Well maybe we need to get reacquainted,” I say, falling to my knees.
“Fuck, yes,” he hisses out through a clenched jaw as soon as I set his dick free. “First you need to reacquaint me with your mouth, then your pussy. I’ve missed your fucking pussy, babe.”
He groans when I slide his shaft between my lips. His fingers thread through my hair as he tilts his head back making a feral sound. I only get to work on him for a minute or so before he puts his hands under my arms and lifts me to my feet. “I need to be inside you now.” We don’t even make it back into the room. He has me stripped of my clothes in seconds before pinning me up against the wall. “Wrap your legs around me,” he commands, lifting me. In one swift move he impales me.