He stares at me like he’s never seen anything so beautiful. “You’re fucking unreal,” he says, helping me up. “Come here.”
He pulls me into his arms and kisses me hard, like he can’t stand to be apart for even a second.
Then he sits down on the bench and drags me onto his lap, facing away from him. His cock is still slightly hard, pressed between us. He leans back, hand on my hip, and nuzzles his face into my neck, biting down on the soft flesh.
He slides two fingers between my legs and starts circling my clit, slow and deliberate. I gasp, hips rocking forward, but he holds me in place, not letting me move.
“You like that?” he asks, voice dark.
“Yes,” I say, barely able to breathe.
He adds a third finger, pressing inside, and I moan, clenching around him.
He wraps his other hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to make the room spin. “You’re gonna come for me,” he says. “Right here. Right now. Show me how good you can be.”
I see stars, my whole body shaking. He loosens his grip on my throat, and the pulsing in my body draws out longer than I thought possible. Fingers working me until I can’t take any more.
When I finally stop trembling, he pulls me close and kisses the top of my head. “Good girl,” he says. and I can feel my face flush.
He has to help me stay upright as we rinse off together, soaping each other’s hair and skin. He takes his time, fingers gentle as he works the conditioner through my tangled mess of red and blonde. When we’re finally clean, he wraps me in a huge towel and carries me back to the bedroom.
We towel off and get dressed in a lazy, half-hearted way. He puts on pajama pants and nothing else. I steal a faded t-shirt from his closet and pull it on over my bare skin.
He leads me downstairs to the kitchen, where he starts to make scrambled eggs and coffee like it’s the most normal thing in the world to have me here. The house is silent except for the sizzle of eggs hitting the pan and the gurgle of the coffee maker.
I sit at the island and watch him move around, feeling like I’m in someone else’s life. A better one.
He brings me a plate piled high with eggs and toast, then sits across from me, his feet brushing mine under the table. He’s so casual about it, like we’ve been doing this for years.
I dig into the food, starving. The coffee is strong and perfect, exactly how I like it. I take a long drink, then sigh.
“You know what’s wild?” I say, looking up at him.
“What?”
“I don’t remember the last time I took a hot shower and didn’t run out of water halfway through. Or had breakfast made for me. Or woke up next to someone who actually wanted me there.”
He gives me this look, soft, but a little sad. “Get used to it,” he says. “Because I plan on keeping you around.”
I laugh. “You’re such a sap.”
He grins. “Only for you.”
We eat in silence for a short while, just enjoying the food and the sunshine coming in through the windows.
After breakfast, I pull out my phone and call Mia. She answers on the second ring.
“Hey, my beautiful bitch,” she says. “You alive?”
“Barely,” I say, smiling. “Can you pick me up for work?”
She snorts. “You’re not coming in today, are you?”
“I need to. I’m saving for a car remember?”
Anthony gives me a look over the rim of his coffee mug. “I can give you a ride,” he says.
I shake my head. “No way. It’s like twenty degrees out, and I’m not ruining my hair with your helmet.”
