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“Be punished how?”
I sighed before I answered, letting all the air out of my lungs. “That I would only love one woman…and she would never love me back.”
Damien didn’t laugh even though anyone else would have. My words sounded ridiculous as I said them. He must have thought the same thing. But he respected me too much to make me feel stupid for saying that out loud. “And you think Sofia is the only woman you’ll ever love?”
My eyes shifted back to the ground. “Yeah…that’s what I’m afraid of.”
Helena let Sofia inside, and I met her in the entryway.
A black bag was over her shoulder, and she examined the art pieces on my wall, the sculpture in the center of the room that had a vase of flowers on top. Her hand gripped the strap of her bag, and she visibly looked uncomfortable standing there, like she was being marched to prison for a crime she didn’t commit.
I’d spent the afternoon convincing myself that my future wasn’t already written, that this was just a coincidence. I didn’t love her. I was just obsessed with the chase, fascinated by this woman’s indifference. Everything else in life was so easy to attain…except her. That’s all it was, nothing more.
But as I watched her standing there, the same feelings swept over me. My lips ached to kiss her curved bottom lip, to suck in her breath until it filled my lungs. My fingers ached to feel those strands of hair, to fist them so hard that she couldn’t move away. My dick ached to be inside her. The rhythm of my heart suddenly changed, going from a slow and steady beat to a rapid sprint. My neck suddenly felt warm from a rise in temperature, and every part of my body suddenly felt sensitive, as if I could feel her energy as it pulsed in the room.
Maybe it wasn’t about the chase.
I halted in front of her and didn’t kiss her like I usually did. I noticed the way she took a deep breath and slightly parted her lips, like she expected a smooch right off the bat. My fingers moved to her shoulder and lifted the strap from her body. “Did you get what I asked?”
She gave a nod.
I took her hand and guided her up the stairs.
The top floor was my private area, where I had my gym, my office, and my bedroom. The other two floors were Helena’s domain, where she cleaned and kept the place tidy for potential guests. The only time she ventured into my quarters during the day was while I was at work.
And I’d told her I wanted my privacy this weekend.
Sofia had seen my home before, but she’d never spent any extended time there. She walked beside me and examined the beige curtains, the artwork that lined the walls. She peered into the open doorway that led to my office but didn’t ask any questions.
Then we entered my bedroom, the largest room in the house. I had a huge balcony that overlooked the city, a bathroom with a tub big enough to fit several adults, and a walk-in shower with two showerheads. The whole place was more than enough for several people, not just two lovers.
I set her bag on the end of the bed. “Change.”
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
I turned to her, annoyed with her dark jeans and sweater. “Is that lingerie?”
“No…”
“Then change.”
She took her bag into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.
I stripped down to my boxers then lay on the bed, my head propped up on a pillow. My hand rested on my chest as my dick got hard in my shorts. Just imagining how she would look made me want to blow, to come in my shorts like a teenage boy.
She came out a moment later, wearing a one-piece bodysuit that was so lacy I could see her skin underneath. It was virgin-white, and she had matching garters up her slender thighs. She’d volumized her hair and added a bit of mascara to make her eyes pop. It had a crotch that unfastened, so I could fuck her without taking it off.
Good.
I propped myself up and stared at her, my expectations met. I preferred black, but the white looked so sexy on her dark skin. She had the perfect body to pull off something so slimming. The deep plunge in the front showed off her perky tits, and her legs looked so sexy in those lacy garters.
Damn.
I pushed my boxers down so she could see my stamp of approval. “Get over here.”
She crawled onto the bed then moved toward me, on all fours.
My hand slid into her hair, and I pulled her in for a kiss. Her body slowly molded into mine as I ran my hand up her thigh, feeling the lace under my fingertips. My lips kissed her neck, her chest, and the shell of her ear. Then I kissed her again. She was so fucking sexy, but I wasn’t in a hurry to fuck her.
