I chuckle, which makes her shake above me. “And can you love me despite being a filthy rich billionaire?”
“That’s another issue. But I think I can learn to live with it.”
“Most people would think my money is my best asset.”
“It’s all the way down on my list.”
“What’s on top of it, then?”
We’re officially out of that tense moment as she wraps amorous arms around me, staring into my eyes with a little mischief. “As we just established, your brain—which never ceases to amaze me. And your humor.” She passes a hand through my neatly combed hair, messing it up a little. “I love your eyes and that dashing face of yours. I can never grow tired of looking at you.”
Running her hands down my chest, she soothes my evening shirt. “I love your body, your amazing set of abs, those strong arms… And I love your butt, so much.”
I chuckle again. “As you well know, I love your butt so much, too. Anything else you love about me?”
Biting on her lower lip, she moves enough to slip a hand between us, molding it over the fastening of my dress pants. “I also love your thick, long, and hard dick,” she concludes.
My cock answers the compliment by twitching under her palm. “Fuck, I’d kiss you if I could.”
“I think it’s safe to say my makeup is ruined by now. It’s not a kiss that’ll—”
My lips are on hers before she can even finish her sentence. I kiss her like I’ve wanted to the whole evening, letting loose, claiming everything that’s mine. My fucking woman. My perfect dork.
When my hand slithers between her legs, to the bare expense of her pussy, she wriggles away. “Not here, baby. Eva could come back and check on us at any time.”
“Wouldn’t you like that?” I ask, kissing the pulsing vein at the base of her throat.
“No, it would be cruel,” Andrea protests, slipping away from my lap. “Come on, baby, you’ll ravish me in your bed. And you’re keeping the bow tie on,” she decides, offering her hand to help me up. I comply, and she adds, “Your hyperfocus during sex is another very huge clue. Seriously, how did I not know?!”
“You never thought something was wrong with me, so you never looked for it.”
“Still don’t, never will.”
That, for some reason, makes me feel like we were fated to be more than anything else. How else could she be so fucking perfect for me otherwise?
“Alright, let’s get home to get your hair wet and back to curly.”
“Just my hair?” she humors.
“We’ll start with the hair, then I’ll work on the rest of you, my love.”
“Baby?” Andrea whispers in the dark of my bedroom.
Given how thoroughly I thanked her for her acceptance and how much she loved me in that bow tie, I expected her to be asleep. But I was wrong.
“Yes?”
“Can I ask you a few questions?”
“Of course,” I murmur after a couple of seconds.
She thinks about what she wants to ask first, her fingertips dancing in the hair on my chest. “Is there anything that’s overwhelming for you? So I try not to do it too much?”
“I have a bit of everything. But it takes a lot for me to reach sensory overload. I get agitated sometimes, but it’s nothing like when I was unable to channel it as a child. I mostly get snappy and rude. Sound is the most triggering for me, which is why I hate airplanes. The constant noise is exhausting. I also prefer silence over music.”
“I’m noisy as fuck, so you have to tell me when I’m being too much,” she insists.
“But that’s the strangest thing. You’re never too much. You do many things I have disliked my entire life, but I don’t mind them with you. Touch, for instance,” I say, caressing her hand on my chest, “isn’t something I’ve ever been fond of, but when it’s you, I not only bear it, Iactually adore it. Your touch sometimes sends sparks under my skin, and I can’t get enough of it.”
