I look at our reflection in the mirror behind us. Her, completely naked, nestled into me with my cock buried deep inside her.Wholly mine.
“Good thing I installed soundproof glass,” I whisper, teasing her.
She lifts her head, glancing at the windows now obscured by the curtains.
Smiling, she shakes her head. “You make me forget everything. Even that we have neighbors who are probably walking down the street right now.”
I arch a brow.
“Does that excite you?” I ask, lowering my head to kiss her left breast. “Knowing that you were riding my cock while people were walking by, completely unaware?”
“Alexander...” she moans as I leave an open-mouthed kiss on her nipple.
I stand up, gripping her thighs as she wraps her legs around my waist, lifting her effortlessly with me.
“Come on. We need a shower before I feed you.”
Chapter 28
everything I am
Alexander
“Is that scallion ever going to be ready?” I ask, watching the movement of her hands, the careful way she works the knife. “The sirloin and the vegetables are just about done. I’ll take them out of the oven in ten minutes.”
She narrows her eyes at me, a small smile playing on her tempting lips. “You’re the one who asked me to chop it. If you think it’s taking too long, you can do it yourself.”
I step in, leaning closer to brush my mouth on hers. Then I graze her earlobe with my teeth, just enough to catch one of those sounds she always makes.
“When are you bringing the rest of your things here?” she murmurs.
“Tomorrow. The movers will bring what I want from the penthouse. And I think after dinner tomorrow, or maybe the day after, I’ll start staying here full-time.”
She turns to look at me. “Nervous about the dinner?”
“Should I be?” I ask, smiling.
She rises onto her toes and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Not in the least.”
Easy for her to say. I have no intention of being anything other than myself, or of pretending I don’t want them to know me, but that doesn’t mean the apprehension isn’t there.
I watch her for a second as she goes back to chopping. She’s wearing the dress from earlier, and nothing beneath it now. To keep my mind from wandering too far, I ask the question that’s been on my head for days.
“Have you thought about Christmas?”
She finishes, sets the knife down with care, and moves to the sink to wash her hands.
“I’m not sure. Probably just me, Ethan, and Alicia. Mark usually goes to New Orleans to spend the holidays with his grandmother.”
She dries her hands and turns back to me.
“You’re going to Pisa, I assume.”
“I could stay here with you,” I say, choosing my words. “If you don’t think that would be too much.”
She steps closer, her hands resting on my chest.
“I already get you every other day,” she says softly. “I won’t take you away from your family at Christmas too.”
