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At my new home, I followed David into the apartment and then to the bedroom. I put my suitcase next to his and waited for his next move. Just saying out loud that I wanted to move in didn’t make the place feel likemine. In my mind, I was sleeping at my boyfriend’s place.
He took our suitcases into the walk-in closet. I’d noticed earlier in the week that my shopping bags had been unpacked, and everything neatly hung. Shelves with LED lighting illuminated my new shoes like artwork.
“Did you do this?” I asked, nodding at my side of the closet.
“The housekeeper.”
“And she took off the tags?”
“I did that,” he said. “To show you that I kept the faith.”
“Well, that’s just bad business, Mr. Dylan. You would’ve been out a pretty penny if things hadn’t worked out.”
He stepped forward and pulled me against his hard body. “I would’ve been out a lot more than that. Don’t do it again.”
I nodded.
“Say it.”
“I won’t leave again,” I said.
“Now tell me you’re mine . . .”
I smiled. “I’m yours . . .”
“And that you love me.”
“I love you.”
“I’m hard,” he answered.
I laughed as his erection pressed maddeningly against my tummy. “Yes, I can feel that. Is it all right if I shower first, though?”
“Christ,” he said, patting my ass and releasing me. “You don’t need my permission to take a shower.”
I grabbed my robe from a hook. “A new home is going to take some getting used to, David.”
“Why?” he asked. “Just do as you please.”
I looked at him skeptically. “I’ll be in the shower.”
“If that’s what pleases you.”
I rolled my eyes, and he laughed.
“Listen, no bad behavior in the shower,” he said. “I’ve barely gotten my fill of you this week, so I want your complete attention tonight.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, squirming.
“That means hands off my shower nozzle.”
I raised an eyebrow and gave him my most lascivious smile. Then I left him and his hard-on in the closet. It might be some time before I got used to my new home, but it wouldn’t take forever. He made it easy because now,hewas my home. And like Davena had tried to tell me, it didn’t matter where we were as long as we were together.
Like Davena and Mack. Without really grasping it, I’d always envied their love. And now I had it. I held no more doubts that David’s and my exceptional love would rival Mack and Davena’s. The thought filled my heart with happiness.
I hoped Mack would be able to see how much David meant to me, but I still worried. People’s reactions varied greatly, and it wasn’t always what I expected.
