“You have an unlimited budget.”
“I do?” I croak.
“I take mytsaritsa’s comfort very seriously.”
“I’ll say.” My eyes grow round. “Every room?”
“Yes,zaya. Every room.”
“The mudroom?”
He snorts. “There’s a bench. You’ll just have to be without pillows if I fuck you in there.”
I lick my lips. “Okay, then. How long do I have?”
“A week for each property.”
“But I’ll be in Poughkeepsie more than here!”
“Thanksgiving is approaching.”
My mind races. “If I search sex furniture online, something’ll come up, right?”
He laughs. “Something will for sure.”
I shove him but figure that’s what I’ll have to do.
Unless…
“What if I have to get custom pieces built because the stuff on sale is tacky or I don’t like it?”
“Then you get custom pieces built.”
“That’ll take longer than a week.”
“Then it’ll take longer than a week.”
“I like this idea.”
“I figured you would.” I don’t even care that his tone’s indulgent. At this point, I’m used to it. “Now, when you decide you have enough confidence to explore more, you can. If you never want to explore, you also can. Whatever you need,kotik, we’ll work it out. But I will fuck you in every room of our houses.”
“Is that fair to you?”
His chuckle is like chocolate cake wrapped in chocolate and dipped in chocolate chips. Dark and unctuous and sinful. “I decide what’s fair for me. But I know what I like. You are very new to this and don’t know what you like outside of fantasies and porn.”
“You don’t watch porn, do you?”
“I’ve used my fist for three years straight, Victoria. What do you think?”
I wriggle against his hold so I can flip over. “I don’t want you to watch it anymore.”
“If I don’t, then you don’t either.”
“Done.”
“That was easy and nothing about you is ever that.”
I love that his tone’s suspicious. I press a kiss to his pec before I bite it. Hard. He doesn’t even grunt, which is very annoying. So I grace him with another and another and another.
