“It’s not up for discussion,” I add. “Although, the idea of you pregnant …”
Her eyes startle at that. Inwardly I do too. Just having someone I care about makes me more vulnerable.But a child?
That could bring me to my knees.
But the thought of having children with my firefly fills me with warmth.
“But are you … clean?”
I turn back to her. It’s a valid question. She knows I run a sex club, and she saw me go into the playroom last night.
“Yes, I’m clean. I’d never put you at risk.”
She still has questions, but I know she won’t voice them.
“And Eloise, when I go into the playroom, it’s not to play with other women. I’m just doing my job, making sure everyone who comes through my doors—either staff or clientele—are completely safe.”
She nods. “Understood.”
Twenty-Nine
LULU
Is it just me, or are things moving … fast? Fast actually feels like a mild term. It’s really more like supersonic. I didn’t even know Rome a week ago, and now, I live with him, we’ve had the most amazing sex of my life, and he just told me that he’s not afraid of getting me pregnant.
These should be red flags.
Yet I can’t bring myself to feel like it’s wrong.
The timer dings, signaling that it’s time to knead my dough and get it in the oven. I’ve been baking and cooking for the past two hours. My sauce is already simmering. It’s best if it can simmer for a full day, but this will do just fine. When I woke up, Rome was still out cold, and I didn’t want to disturb him, so I slipped out of bed and went to the guest room to pull on clothes. When I got to the kitchen, I was excited to find that the groceries had been delivered while we slept.
At least, I think it was while we slept and not whileRome had me screaming down the building with the best orgasms of my life.
Isthatwhy I’m so quick to agree to this supersonic relationship? Because I’m so attracted to him, and his pierced dick does magical things to me?
To be fair, I was into it before I discovered how talented he is with his dick, pierced or not.
With the bread in the oven, I cross to the fancy farm sink and wash my hands, and then I take stock of what I still need to do.
But when I turn around, I find Rome standing on the other side of the island, leaning against the countertop, watching me.
He’s in a white T-shirt and lounge pants. I’ve never seen him this casual.
“Hey.” I smile at him and wipe down the countertop with a sponge. “You were sleeping well.”
“Did you not sleep well?” he asks with a frown. Christ, I love his voice. It’s so deep and …sexy.
“I slept like the dead, actually. I just woke up and knew I wouldn’t get back to sleep. Plus, this is my one night off, and I don’t want to waste it.”
His eyebrow kicks up, and he looks almost irritated. “You can work any night you want.”
“No.” I shake my head firmly. “I work for Rita.”
“And Rita works for me.”
I smile at him as I find a cutting board and knife, then pull tomatoes and basil out of the fridge, grab a head of garlic, and start chopping.
“ButIwork for Rita,” I counter. “And she sets myschedule. I don’t want special treatment. I love the job, and I’m not complaining at all.”
