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“Morning.” Carina blinks at me with a sleepy smile, and then I see it tighten just for a moment. She must have remembered what day it is. No – she isn’t going anywhere. I smile at her encouragingly.
“Ready for another day?” I ask. “I have a great lunch planned. And you still have some things you haven’t worn yet. You should try something on.”
Carina stretches and sits up in bed, looking across the room. I had the racks brought in here yesterday while we were eating, so she could have easy access to her new things. She gets up and wanders over to them, wearing just my shirt from yesterday, buttoned-up over her body. It sends my blood pumping like crazy. I want to jump her bones right now, but it’s even sweeter to wait.
“I think I’ll wear this today,” she says, grabbing a simple black dress with flattering lines and a draping detail across the chest.
I don’t miss the choice of the color, black like today is a bad day. When she starts to open the bags containing the lacy lingerie she hasn’t yet worn, I spring up out of the bed and stop her.
“Nothing from there today,” I tell her, catching her wrist with a grin and throwing the pieces she had picked out back into the bag.
“What do you mean?” Carina asks, with a half-laugh. “I have to get dressed.”
“You do,” I say, pulling her against my body as I kiss her. “But that doesn’t mean you have to wear underwear.”
I laugh at the look on her face, a mixture of shock and heat, and I slip my hand down between her legs for good measure. I stroke her, until her lips part with pleasure, and then stop, stepping back. I feel like teasing her today. Like building it up, taking it slow. Making it all the more powerful for the both of us when it does happen.
I watch her dress and then choose some things from my own closet. I look across the space thoughtfully, wondering what I will move and to where in order to accommodate her things. No, it would be better to dedicate a whole room as a walk-in closet for her. That way she can have as many things as she likes, and not be limited by space.
“So, what’s for lunch?” she asks, smoothing the dress down.
I think of her nakedness under the fabric and can’t help but lick my lips, picturing how I will get my hands on her later. “You’ll just have to wait and see,” I say.
Carina rolls her eyes at me with a smile. “Alright,” she says. “I’m going to go put on some makeup.”
I nod as I watch her go into the bathroom, where she’s already set herself up with the things she needs. In such a short time, she feels not only like she belongs here, but that she already lives here. I can’t let her just walk out later today. If I have my way – and I always have my way – she’ll be coming right back here later.
I lounge around, answering a few messages on my phone, as I wait for her to be ready. When she emerges, I can’t help but raise my eyebrows. She always looks stunning, but with her hair done and makeup carefully applied, I can’t help but feel my heart throb in my chest.
And something else throbs, too.
“Damn,” I say, appreciatively. “I swear, you’re trying to give me a heart attack today.”
She blushes and smooths her skirt down, once again drawing my attention back to the fact that, at my own request, she’s wearing nothing underneath. “I wanted to look pretty,” she says. “But I feel… naughty.”
I bite my lip and shake my head at her. “It’s time for lunch,” I tell her. “Stop that talk, before I have to take you and my chef walks in on us.”
Carina giggles and we walk downstairs, to the kitchen. I have a dining room, but it’s set for a much larger table, and it feels too formal for meals between just the two of us. So, yesterday, and today as well, we eat at the kitchen island.
Chef has already prepared what I asked him for, some traditional Italian dishes, exactly the kind of food that both Carina and I love. I spend the time watching her face as I’ve grown to enjoy doing, seeing how she slides her eyes closed with joy at the first taste of each dish, rolling her eyes and giving her compliments to the Chef. As soon as his back is turned, I sneak my hand onto her knee, and then, just to make her squeal, slip it under her dress.
“Tommy!” she admonishes me, with wide eyes.
I only grin back. “What?” I say innocently, my hand safely back on my chair by the time Chef has turned around to see what’s going on.
