She laughed into the puppy’s curls. “Blue?”
“Yeah. Named after the way I found life again,” he murmured, kissing her shoulder. “After what you gave me back.”
“And that flag you love to tote,” Meadow teased, pulling Blue into her chest.
He scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, that too.”
Blinking fast, she pulled the puppy to her chest again, as he licked her face like he had been waiting on her his whole life. “He’s perfect, Zaire.”
“Nah, you’re perfect,” he said. “This just the warm-up, cuh.”
She laughed. “Oh Lord. What else you get?”
“A room.”
“A room?” Her brows pulled together.
“A special one.” He stood, holding his hand out. “Come fuck with me.”
She followed him down the hallway, Blue trotting behind them, nails clicking softly on the hardwood. Zaire opened a door she hadn’t seen him use in months.
When the lights came on, Meadow stood in the doorway, taking it all in.
The room was dark and mood-soaked. The walls were washed in a soft blue LED glow that moved like water. A polished chrome pole rose from floor to ceiling. A velvet couch sat against the wall. Mirrors stretched across one side, expensive and intentional. A speaker system hummed low from the corner, waiting for a command.
It was sexy as hell.
Meadow swallowed. “Zaire…” Finally, she walked into the room, spinning around to bask in it.
“I been listenin’ to you,” he grinned, stepping behind her, hands sliding along her arms. “You miss your sensual zone, your playground, your space to be soft and wild at the same time.”
She chewed on her lip because she truly missed her pole. It gave her something to look forward to, something to unwind with, something to show out for her husband with. They didn’t wait to walk down aisle, on their own land in a lush wedding ceremony surrounded by the people who loved them so in some ways they were still settling in.
“You need a room the world doesn’t get to witness,” he whispered, “where it’s just you and whatever part of you- you want to hide from everybody else.”
Her eyes glossed over. “Baby…this is…this is beautiful.”
Zaire exhaled against her neck. “You deserve beautiful, more than I know how to give sometimes.”
She turned in his arms, slid her hands up his chest, and looked at him like he was the only man she had ever loved. “You give me everything.”
He kissed her. His kisses always felt so intentional, like he’d saved all the best ones just for her. Sensual kisses that made Blue sit down politely like he understood he needed to mind his business.
They backed up toward the velvet couch, mouths tangled, breathing unevenly. Meadow’s fingertips traced his face, his brows, his beard, and his eyes. The ones she had memorized a year ago and still felt newly addicted to. His hands curved around her waist like he’d built himself up just to hold her.
“You know this land looks different ‘cause of you,” she purred, her voice syrupy.
“Well my life feels different ‘cause of you,” he responded back.
“Zaire…” she dragged her lips along his neck. “I love this man you’re lettin’ yourself be.”
He groaned, dragging her between his gaped wide open legs. “I love the woman you don’t even realize you’re becoming.”
“Dear, God, thank you,” she whispered, her lips still pressed into his, “because I love this man so much.”
“Prove it,” Zaire challenged. “Let me see you naked on that pole, pussy wide the fuck open for me.”
Her spine tingled but she was never going to turn down an opportunity to show out for him.
