I bit my lip as I soon felt kisses on my shoulder, and his arm pulled me closer.
“Flower.”
I closed my eyes as his raspy morning voice did more to me than it should’ve.
“Good morning…” I whispered.
He hummed as he ran his hand over my stomach. “I hope last night wasn’t another mistake like last time.”
I sighed as I sat up, slowly pushing my hair out of my face as I looked down at my attire. At some point last night, I seemed to have changed into an oversized tee and a pair of boy shorts.
“It’s always a mistake with you, Beckham.”
He hummed, grabbing my arm and pulling me over to straddle his waist. I placed my hands on his chest, and he ran his own over my thighs. A small blush made its way up to my neck as he simply gazed at me.
“What’s on your agenda today?” he asked.
I shrugged softly. “Well, I was supposed to go to the gallery and help out a bit, but Kira probably won’t let me because she wants me to stay home and work. So naturally, I am going to defy her attempt to make me try to rest and run a few errands.”
“Would you be opposed to me tagging along?” he questioned, his hands inching higher up my thighs.
“I would assume you have more important things to do, Mr. Garcia.”
He sat up slowly, and a blush rose to my face as he pulled me flush against him. “Well, one of the most important things to do on my list, Flower, isyou… But I’m assuming you’re a bit sore after last night.” He muttered, and I felt myself flinch as he intentionally moved his length against my aching core. “So all in all, I’m free for the day—that is, if you want me to accompany you.”
“I guess I could use the company… You can come.”
He pushed a piece of hair behind my ear.
“You could use the company… And what happened to putting some distance between us?” he teased as he placed a kiss on my neck.
I bit my lip. “What can I say?Everyone makes mistakes.”
After getting dressed in a pair of jeans and a black ribbed V-neck long-sleeve, I sat before my vanity to do my hair. As I combed it, Beckham walked into the bedroom dressed for the day in an outfit I’d given him to wear after he showered.
It had been for Gavin’s birthday a few years ago, and I had gone out of my way to buy an outfit for almost four hundred dollars from one of his favorite stores.
In front of his friends and family, he said he loved it… but when I asked him a few months ago if he wanted to finally wear it, he practically tore me down, said he’d had no clue where he put it or if it had still fit. After finding it myself, I decided to store it somewhere in my closet. For memories, I guess? Couldn’t exactly return it at this point now, could I?
Beckham, however, looked absolutely perfect in it. He filled out the sweater nicely, and the pants seemed to fit just right.
A little too right.
He caught me staring in the mirror, and from the look in his eyes, I could tell he wasn’t too pleased with me kicking him into the guest bathroom. Nonetheless, he walked over to me and ran his hand along my back gently.
“I’m glad they fit…” I smiled softly.
He didn’t say anything, just continued watching me do my hair. Once I’d finished, he removed his hand from my back and held it out for me to take. I looked at his hand momentarily and gazed into his eyes as he waited patiently. Biting my lip, I slipped my hand in his, and he stood me up as he grabbed my phone, purse, and keys before walking me out of the room.
As I looked down at our intertwined hands and over to his other hand that held my belongings…I felt confused.
It was entirely wrong and sinful for me to be in my home, the one I share with my husband, holding hands with another man. A man who came to get me when I finished getting ready. A man who didn’t wait for me by the front door. A man who wouldn’t rush me. A man who grabbed my things for me and walked me downstairs.
He wasn’t rushing. He wasn’t demanding.
Coming out of my thoughts, I noticed that we’d stopped, and my eyes widened as Beckham was on one knee, placing my foot in my black heel.A man who got on his knees to buckle my heels in and placed a kiss on my knee each time he’d finished with one.
When he finished the second shoe, I finally came out of my trance.
