I mean, I didn't want a break from sex.I was absolutely, one hundred percent great with all the sex we'd been having.Stefan taught me a lot during the last two days.
And he was right—sex did take practice.You don't know what you don't know.Right?That was what my granny always said.Not about sex.We never talked about stuff like that.The only relationship advice she'd ever given me was, “Never rely on a man.”
And up until the auction—I'd done a good job of doing exactly that.
Right now, though, my granny would be disappointed in me.Because at the moment, I was completely dependent on Stefan for everything.
And while that bothered me, I was also living the life of a queen here.And that had never, ever happened before.Staying in a freaking castle with an ocean view, the likes of which most will never see.
Eating fresh, delicious food.
Drinking the best wines and champagne every day.
It had been like a dream.
A dream I knew would end.And I'd have to go back to my dreary, castle-less life.
“Bullshit.You have maybe one pair.”Stefan pointed to my lower regions.“And the pair you have on.”
Hm.
The man paid attention.
To panties.But other things as well.Like what I preferred to eat and drink.If I was hot or cold.And the man listened when I spoke.He wasn't just letting the things I told him go in one ear and out the other.
Not to mention the guy could cook.So far, I hadn't lifted a finger in the kitchen.Other than carrying plates back and forth from the kitchen to the patio and back again.
And while I enjoyed the heck out of watching Stefan cook for me—I was also itching to get into that gorgeous kitchen and cook and bake like crazy.
Stefan had some kind of “issues” about feeding me.And making sure I was eating.Something told me not to push the matter.But I knew the time would come when I could finally have the kitchen to myself.
“Two pairs of panties are enough.It's not like I have them on for long,” I said before I even realized what exactly I was saying.
Stefan burst out laughing and pulled me into his arms.“That's the fuckin' truth.”He kissed me.“I do prefer you without panties.”
I shook my head and rolled my eyes.“If you’d give me a break, then I'd have reason to buy more panties.”
His body stilled, and he backed up slightly.“Do you want a break from our activities?”he asked.His eyes glued to my face.
I shrugged and said, “I am getting a little sore.”
He swallowed and nodded.“Sore—” he drew out the word, “like after our wedding night?Or just uncomfortable?”
I felt my face start heating at his question.“Just a bit uncomfortable.”
His eyes scanned my face like he was waiting for me to say more.“At the beginning?Or during the whole time we're having sex?”
I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him.“I'm fine.Forget I said anything.”I wanted this conversation to be done and over with.
“Francesca,” he said into my hair.Then he kissed the top of my head.“We need to be able to talk about these things openly.”He grasped my shoulders and pushed away so he could see my face.“Answer my question, please.”
I let my head fall back as I sighed.“I don't know.Just a bit in the beginning.And at the end, I guess.It's nothing.Really.I shouldn't have brought it up.”
Stefan exhaled loudly.“You should always bring up the fact that you're having pain or discomfort with me.There are things I can do to help.”
I frowned at him.“Like what?”
He kissed my forehead.“Like using the lubricant, we bought.And bringing us to a climax sooner.And there are other ways to have fun in the bedroom.We haven't explored all of them yet.”
