“B! BABY, I KNOW YOU’RE BUSY, but if you don’t move that sweet butt we’re gonna be late!” I shout from upstairs.
She saidjust five more minutestwenty minutes ago. Most other days, I’d call off whatever we had planned so she could indulge her passion, but that’s not possible today.
“I’m coming!” she huffs back, her soft footsteps padding up the stairs. “Why the rush? We still have almost an hour.”
“It’s an important evening.”
“So you keep saying.”
She doesn’t bother asking why. She’s tried a few times, but my reply is always the same:it’s top secret, B. Patience.
While I rummage through the closet for my favorite t-shirt, Blair locks herself in the bathroom. The shower starts running making me groan for two reasons.
One, she’s not exactly quick in the shower with all that long hair and wedon’thave much time. And two... she’s there, all wet and lathered up, and my dick hasn’t seen action for five days.
Two years together and she still doesn’t let me touch her while she’s on her period.
I busy myself picking out a watch to match... nothing, really. I’m all in black so any will do, but looking over each and every one keeps me from barging into the bathroom and stroking my cock while I watch her soaping down that body.
Twoyearsand I’m still out-of-control hungry for Blair on a daily basis. I can eat her out first thing in the morning, sink my cock into her tight ass after she orgasms and I’ll want her again by lunch time.
Madness.
Perfect, addictive, blissful madness.
Twenty minutes later, when we should be leaving the house, B emerges from the bathroom. She’s dressed, dry hair up in a ponytail, and delicate makeup done.
“You look beautiful, you know that?” I say, my eyes roving her from head to toe.
She rolls her lips, biting back a smile. “It’s the dress.”
“Yeah, the dress is pretty, but you’re prettier.” I cross the room to where she’s putting her earrings on.
The summery, spaghetti strap dress—Blair’s very first design in the flesh—rolls up her tanned thighs. Not on it’s own. My finger might’ve helped a little.
Since the day her father disappeared from her life, shortly after Logan’s wedding, B started living to the max instead of merely surviving every day. Once she graduated, she immediately started a fashion design company. Twelve months, endless sleepless nights, and a lot of determination later, she’s wearing a dress she designed.
And it’s gorgeous. Something I’m sure Mia will want in her collection, though not in black. Delicate, flowy fabric swishes around Blair’s knees. Tiny, cherry blossom patterns tone down the black fabric, making it look cute but edgy. Modest neckline, perfect fitting, and a bow under the bra line.
Once B’s business operation outgrew her condo, I bought a house and converted the double garage into a studio. We only moved in last month, but Blair’s already filled the shelves and racks to the max: while I painstakingly unpacked the rest of the house.
Oh thejoy.
Thankfully, the Hayes came on a rescue mission and we were done inside two days.
“You haven’t kissed me today,” Blair says, angling her head.
I have, but apparently a simple peck after work while she was busy sewing doesn’t count. Or maybe she didn’t even notice.
I don’t mind. I love finding her by the sewing machine after I come home from work. I love the smile on her face when she shows me her new designs or tells me about the independent boutiques emailing her about selling her work.
She’s determined to make a name for herself in the fashion industry and I couldn’t be prouder. A girl who two short years ago didn’t believe she deserved a meaningful life, now spreading her wings and living to the fullest.
And I get to watch. I get to share that life with her.
“Let me fix that.” I dip my head, sealing her lips. Nothing aligns my mind as fast as B’s kisses.
She sighs softly, leaning into me as I slip my tongue inside the silk of her mouth, our breaths mingling, mouths coming together, bodies pressing closer and—
