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But her body is all woman now. And I have a few thousand ideas we could try out, starting at number one.
Right about now.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
Holly
Okay, although a little saddle sore, breakfast kinda waited to become brunch by the time Steve showed me something new.
Showed me how yesterday was no fluke either and that the man has the power to zap me with cosmic proportion climaxes before breakfast.
Literally.
He starts to make a face as I slip on his day-old shirt I find on the floor. But he approves once I’m wearing it with the first few buttons left loose and he can see it’s all I want to wear today.
“Remind me to pick up some more shirts,” he growls with satisfaction. Almost threatening to turn brunch into dinner until I playfully fight him off, leading him by the hand down his own flight of stairs.
Our stairs?
I like the idea, I do. And I know Steve means it when he says we’re a thing now.
But I’m so ingrained in my habits and my thinking.
Hell, the only reason I woke early was that I still thought I had to go to work today.
And I’m still worried about this month’s rent. Even though Steve has spelled it all out, it’s gonna take some getting used to being his woman.
“My Queen,” he says as if he’s read my thoughts.
He stops at the base of the stairs, pulling me back to him by my hand and looking into my eyes intently.
“My. Queen,” he affirms again, kissing me hard on the mouth before leading me to the table, where he sits me down like he did last night.
He gets the cart from the hallway himself, and wheels it in, studying under the silver domes to see what needs re-heating and what we can have right now.
“How is it?” I ask, feeling like an assisting surgeon during an operation.
He crimps his lips in thought before finally snapping at a length of streaked bacon, crunching on it loudly.
“Hmmm. I’ll reheat a plate for you,” he advises, and I already know better than to argue or try to take over like I sometimes do.
Like I would do with anyone else. But it means so much when Steve does things for me, little things or monumental, life-changing, orgasm-type things.
It’s something I’ve never experienced.
He pecks the top of my head as he passes through to the kitchen, and I can hear him tinkering as he reheats food while I check my phone.
Steve’s business shirt on me is more like a robe, and the huge breast pocket is just right for my phone.
I wince and then close my eyes as I open my banking app. I am curious to see if I’ve been paid what I was promised when I get the courage to look.
Zero.
Actually, the account has a minus figure of a few dollars.
Awesome. Jobless, soon-to-be homeless, and just in time for Christmas.
That’s the plan the factory had for us all along.
