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“This is a lot of room for one guy living by himself,” I observed, taking in the hand-crafted molding along the ceiling.
“Maybe one day I won’t be living alone,” he remarked with a shrug, his hand still pressed to my back. His words were like an electric shock through my body. His intention was clear. Was he thinking that way already? We had been talking again for a little over a week.
Seeing the look on my face, Robert laughed, cupped my face, and kissed the tip of my nose. “I’m not going to ask you to move in tomorrow, Sky. Calm down. It’s just when you know, you know.”
“I don’t subscribe to all that instalove bullshit, Rob,” I warned him, even though I couldn't help feeling giddy at his certainty.
“Who said anything about instalove? But instalust? Absolutely.” He kissed me, deep and raw, his mouth conquering mine. He pushed back against the wall, his body pressing against mine. He wrapped his hands around my wrists, pinning them above my head, his pelvis grinding against me.
Then as soon as we started, he broke away, his eyes dancing. “Come on. I have to show you the rest of the place.”
“But, what about…” I looked back at the wall wistfully.
He nuzzled my temple. “We’ll get back to that, I promise.”
He led me upstairs where we came to a large landing with doors lining the hallway. One by one he opened them showing me a spare bedroom, and a room he had turned into a home gym. I noticed one door he didn’t open. Instead, he started to maneuver me toward a door at the end of the hall, bypassing it altogether.
“And in here is the master bedroom—”
“Wait, what’s in there?” I asked, jerking my thumb in the direction of the closed door we had just passed.
“Oh, it’s nothing. I haven’t done much with that room—”
I opened the door. It was dark so I flipped on the light switch. Rob was right, there wasn’t much in there. Dark, blackout curtains covered the one window and there was a leather couch against the wall. The walls were a bland beige and there wasn’t much to it except for a tripod and a large ring light facing the couch.
“What do you do in here? Make porn?” I joked.
Robert’s answering laugh sounded strange. “Sometimes I make movie shorts. I’ve been doing it since college.”
“Movie shorts?” I asked.
“Oh, you know…”
“So, this tripod is for a laptop?” I stood in front of the couch and struck a pose. “I feel like I should start taking my clothes off or something.”
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” Robert replied gruffly.
I sat down on the couch and leaned back. “So, what are these movie shorts about? Maybe we could make one together sometime.” I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively and then patted the couch cushion beside me. “Come here.”
“Let me show you the rest of the house.” I couldn’t get a read on his voice, but it was off. I should probably examine that a little closer, but I was feeling a surge of overwhelming horniness that came from the idea of Robert filming me.
What a turn-on.
I crooked my finger at him. “Come here, Robert.”
His handsome face heated and he stalked toward me. I turned my face up to him and he leaned down and started kissing me again. It quickly deepened and he lowered himself onto the couch, pushing me into the arm.
“You wanna get me on film,” I murmured as he sucked my earlobe into his mouth.
“No,” he said a little too emphatically.
“I was joking,” I assured him.
He stopped kissing me and looked down at my face, his eyes full of something I couldn’t describe. “Sky, when we’re together it’s just for us.”
I didn’t understand exactly what he meant but I didn’t have a chance to ask. We started kissing again and soon it wasn’t enough. We both needed more. We were cramped on the tiny two-person couch, so Robert stood up and removed his shirt. He did it slowly as if knowing I was watching him and enjoying every second. The man could put on a hell of a show.
Then he kneeled on the floor in front of me. He looked at me, his dark eyes burning me alive. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m more than okay,” I panted, getting impatient.
“I don’t want to rush you—”
“Rob, I’m not some silly sixteen-year-old about to lose my virginity. There needs to be less talking.”
“Yes ma’am,” he grinned but then his face grew serious. And focused. And oh my god, he had never looked sexier.
He slid his hands up my thighs until he reached the button of my jeans. He slowly, way too slowly for my liking, peeled them off my body, sucking in his breath at the sight of my brand new silk thong. I had decided it was high time I bought underwear that didn’t look like they belonged on a grandma.
