"I left her place, came here and shot a load all over the sheets of this bed thinking about you."
I did. I have no idea where I got the energy to make that happen, but it felt like heaven.
Her hands roam over her thighs. She circles them both before her fingers dip between them. Her lips part slightly and a faint moan escapes.
"Did you touch yourself thinking about me, Petal, or was I still on your man-I-hate-more-than-anything list?"
"My friend, Adley, told me to hate-fuck you."
"I like this Adley person."
She laughs. It's husky and smooth. "She said she could tell I wanted you. She was right. I did."
I slide my hand over the length of my dick. I'm not going to come like this. I want to be inside of her when that happens.
"You should have done it." I groan as I see the wetness from her pussy glistening on her fingers.
"If I walked up to you," she says before her voice trails as her fingers move faster. "If I walked up to you in the gym and told you I wanted to sleep with you, what would you have done?"
"This." I move quickly, pushing her knees apart, settling between them. I run my tongue over the pulse in her neck and my cock over her throbbing clit. "Use my dick to get yourself off. Rub it against your clit."
She shakes her head. "Just fuck me now. I trust you."
"I'm clean," I hiss as I cup her ass and slide into her with my cock bare, beautifully bare.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Smith
"You haven't said a damn word."I walk up behind her and rest my hands on her shoulders. She's wearing a royal blue, off –the-shoulder, dress today. Her hair is tied into a high ponytail and her face is freshly washed.
I should know. I blew my load all over her mouth and onto her tongue an hour ago in the shower at my place after we got back from the gym. I returned the favor and licked her to an orgasm before we both got dressed to head here.
"I think this place is magnificent." Her eyes travel over the details on the ceiling. "You can't recreate something like this, Smith. I'm telling you this is a rare jewel."
I'd agree if she were talking about herself. Brynn is my jewel. She's the brightest light I've ever seen. Over the past month, she's worked hard on finishing up the bedroom for the Pentlows and now that they've offered her the rest of the apartment to redesign, she's on cloud nine. She's also putting her all into the show suite at The Beryl. She's not happy with how she landed that gig, but she's determined to prove that she's worthy of it.
I've listened to her talk non-stop about her plans for this place. It's the brownstone in Brooklyn that I'm fixing up for my sister and her kids.
"Your designer's touch is going to bring this place back to life." I kiss her softly on the back of her neck. "I love the ideas you have for the boys' rooms. They're going to lose it, Petal. Once they walk in and see what you've done, I swear to fuck they're going to lose it."
She spins around and smiles up at me. "I want this to be a home, a real home that they can grow in and build memories in. Just like Simon's family is doing on the Upper East Side."
We've been over to Simon's place twice this past month for dinner. My family loves this woman. They can't get enough of her. I can't blame them for that. I feel the very same way about her.
"It'll be the perfect home for them." I glance over at the red brick fireplace. "I think we should paint the fireplace white, and add a mantel made of reclaimed wood."
Her brows peak. "Oh is that so? You can't call yourself an expert just because video clips of you hammering a nail into a piece of wood have gone viral."
"There are so many dirty things I can say in response to that." I skim a finger over her now-hardened nipple. "I'll refrain until we're back at my place."
"I wish they would have called the segment something other thanSmith's Sweat Equity."
That was the brainchild of Resa. She's the one who dubbed my once-a-week segment on Rise and Shine with that name. It's not original, it doesn't slide off the tongue, but it does capture the essence of what I'm doing.
We had no idea how popular those ten-minute segments would become. They've racked up millions of views online in just a few short weeks.
I don't give a shit about any of that. I work here as often as I can, tearing down walls, building new ones and eating dinner with my love on the workbench we've christened our new dining room table.
