He kisses me again. “I need to tell you something.”
“Can I tell you something first?” I toy with the hair on his nape, and he nods. “I’ve just found out my late fiancé had a child with another woman while we’d been planning our wedding. I think I’m going to doubt everything for a moment before I trust again.”
“You found out today? Jesus.” He pulls me closer, stroking my hair.
“Yeah, it’s been the longest day ever. And I was mistaken for a maid.” I bring some levity into the loaded conversation.
“You also got a lot of new clothes and two wonderful orgasms.”
“Yeah, my husband saved the day.” I grin.
“Your husband is a keeper.” He winks.
“What did you want to tell me earlier?” I ask when we drive home after we grabbed a meal in SoHo.
His jaw works for a moment. “I don’t remember. Probably that I really like your tits.”
I snort. It feels more like he changed his mind, but perhaps the day was eventful enough. I’m sure he will tell me when he’s ready. As far as confessions go, we didn’t hold back today. That’s a good start.
You made me a one-woman man.
The smile tugging at my lips must be permanent.
“Well, I really like your ass,” I muse. “And some other parts of you too.”
“Some parts?” He kills the engine in a paid lot near my building. “I will have to fuck you until you like the entire package.”
“That’s a reasonable ambition.” I shrug, and he laughs, drawing a laugh from me. We walk hand-in-hand down the street.
My rich husband, blending slowly into my life. We kiss in the elevator, and while I’m exhausted, I don’t want to go to sleep. I want this day to keep going.
At the door, I twist the knob and push—only to slam into something solid.
“What is this?” I squeeze through the opening and blink several times, taking in the picture in front of me.
Clooney and Pitt mew and rub themselves against my ankles, but I can’t even lean to pet them or pick them up.
My entire living room is full of boxes, suitcases, and two racks of suits.
Xander shrugs, a picture of innocence. “You wanted me to move in.” He leans against stacked boxes.
“You own all of this? What do you even have in those boxes?”
“Condoms mostly. Some sex toys, too.”
I shake my head. “Jesus. How are we going to live here? Where do we even put all of this?”
“I don’t know. And the boutique hasn’t even delivered all your shopping.” He is not even trying to hide the smirk.
“Mine? You forced me to buy it all.”
He yanks me to him and kisses me.
Deeply. Fully. Reverently.
I might have no room left in my home. The room in my heart, on the other hand, swells with joy and affection.
Life is to be enjoyed after all.
