Her face lit up with a pleased smile.
“I can’t say I’m not happy that you’ll be feeling me all day, though. Every move you make will remind you who you belong to.”
This time, she rolled her eyes and patted my chest condescendingly. “You’ll have to hold off on clubbing me over the head and dragging me back to your cave until I finish my finals.”
I pretended to think about it for a moment. “How about a compromise? I’ll wait until after finals, but then I get to cuff you to my bed and have my wicked way with you for the next week?”
Her burst of laughter had me grinning and planting a hard kiss on her lips. I decided to keep the fact that I wasn’t kidding about the cuffs to myself for a while.
I climbed from the bed and leaned down to smack her luscious ass before I lifted her into my arms. I carried her to the bathroom and set her on the vanity. I handed her a spare toothbrush and chuckled when she glared at me. “I bought that for you, sweetheart. I don’t keep a stash of toiletries for one-night stands.” I traced a finger down her forehead, over her nose, and tapped the tip. “I told you, it’s been months, not since before I first saw you.” She immediately looked sheepish and twisted to wet her toothbrush and add toothpaste.
I padded over to shower, adjusted the temperature on the control panel and turned on the water. After grabbing a hand towel, I turned to pass it to Charlotte and found her staring at me with wide eyes, her foamy mouth hanging open.
“What?” I asked, curious at her expression.
She gestured to the shower, and then quickly leaned over the sink to spit. She sat back up and took the towel I held out for her, wiping her mouth.
“You have a smart shower?” she asked incredulously.
“The whole house is wired for it, so of course the shower is linked to the system. The floor and towel racks are heated and...” I trailed off as I realized what had her in a state of shock. To my own astonishment, I felt a warming sensation crawling up my neck. I was fucking blushing? When did I grow a vagina?
“I have eleven bestselling novels, sweetheart.” I didn’t mention the endorsement deals, the money from the lecture circuit, or my inheritance.
“And, you live in the penthouse.”
It was clearly a rhetorical question, so I didn’t answer.
“A smart house.” I nodded this time.
She cocked her head to the side and mused, “So, basically, you’re extremely wealthy.”
“I do all right,” I joked. She raised a brow, but the side of her mouth kicked up. “I fail to see the problem here.”
She grinned. “There isn’t one. I was just surprised to see a college professor living in a multimillion-dollar home. Come to think of it, why do you teach?”
I smiled and gripped her waist, helping her off the counter, focusing on answering her question and not on her lush, naked body. “Because I love it. I was a teacher before I published my first novel. I decided to slow down on the writing a little and go back school.” I laughed ruefully, “My publisher was less than happy when I signed a contract for three years. But, as long as I met my deadlines, they knew they had no strings to pull.”
Her face softened as she listened to my words. When I finished, she cupped her hands around the back of my neck and pulled me down for a deep kiss.
I was done talking. Not breaking the seal of our lips, I walked her backwards until she was pressed up against the stone wall of the shower. Then I shuffled to the side, finding the entrance and stumbling in. We stood under the spray of multiple heads, steaming the shower up right along with the hot water.
Eventually, we were both shaking with need. I grabbed her hand and led her over to the bench where I took a seat. I turned her away from me and slipped a finger into her pussy, checking to see if she was ready for me and making sure she wasn’t too tender. Her reaction was a deep moan and it had my cock so hard, the head was purple and angry looking. I kicked her legs apart and brought her back to straddle my legs, then I took my dick in one hand and used the other to guide her down, sheathing me as she sat on my lap.
“Gabe!” she cried out, I paused to determine if it was a sound of pain. She wiggled a little and moaned, sweeping my worries away. I began to swivel my hips and slid my hands around her wet torso and up to cup her tits.
“Mmm, you have the most perfects tits, sweetheart.” I twisted and plucked at her nipples, “Perfect nipples.” She started to bounce a little and I let go of her tits to grasp her waist. Leaning back against the wall for leverage, I began to guide her into riding my cock while I thrust my hips up to meet each downward movement.