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“Black Amex it is then.” He takes it from his wallet and tosses it over. “You should be familiar with that by now.”
“Are you giving me limits?”
“Be reasonable. That’s my limit. Otherwise, get yourself what you need. Work clothes, exercise clothes, casual and lounge stuff, underwear. Treat yourself to some lingerie if you’d like.”
“Gareth,” I say. “You’re flirting dangerously with theno-sexclause.”
“I didn’t say wear the lingerie for me. I said to treat yourself.”
“Oh, then I can wear it for someone else?” I bat my eyelashes innocently.
His face darkens. It takes me by surprise, how sudden and intense he looks at me, like he’s contemplating murdering this fictional man.
“You’re my wife now,” he says, voice pitched low. “You’remine, Fiona. You will not fuck anyone while you’re mine.”
“I’m sorry, we didn’t discuss that.”
“No sex meansno sex.” His sudden, possessive glare sends a shiver of excitement down my spine. Gareth always seems uptight and controlling, but this side of him is a hint at the passion underneath the cold exterior. I didn’t know he could turn into a total manhandling beast on the drop of a dime, and the stupid horny side of my brain actually likes it.
Okay, get it together. I am not sleeping with my possessive husband.
“That’s not what I meant,” I say, clearing my throat. “I was teasing you, but fine, I don’t even want to sleep with anyone. I can take care of my needs all by myself. I’ve been doing it for years.”
He licks his lips. “How often?”
“Excuse me?” My eyes widen. Is he seriously asking about that right now?
“How often do you get yourself off? So I know to give you privacy.” There’s a heat to his gaze that simultaneously gets me extremely excited and makes me exceedingly nervous.
“I’m not sharing my masturbation habits with you.” I glance away, heart racing. “If I’m busy, I’ll lock my door.”
Really, it’s every night, but I’m not telling him that.
“Good to know,” he says softly, voice husky, nearly a purr.
My cheeks turn bright red with embarrassment. “Okay, on that note, I’m going shopping.”
“Enjoy yourself. Get something to make this place feel more like home.”
I hesitate, eyeing him cautiously. “You’d let me change the decorations?”
“It seems to matter to you more than it matters to me.”
“I’m honestly surprised. You don’t seem like the kind of man that would relinquish control over… well, anything.”
“There will be rules. You will learn to follow them. But for now, we need to make this place feel like we both live in it.”
I sigh and roll my eyes to the ceiling. “I’m really looking forward to you giving me shit for eating in the living room.”
He shakes his head. “There’s no food in the living room. Or in the gym.”
“Gareth, if I’m going to live here, I’m going tolivehere. You can’t expect me—”
But he’s grinning and walking away. I clamp down on my retort, glaring at his back as he disappears down the hallway.
Bastard was baiting me.
This whole thing is a mess. I slump back onto my bed. It’s surprisingly soft and springy for an extra mattress. I look around at the room and slowly realize that this place is bigger than any bedroom I’ve ever had before. And it’s not even the master.
