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“You don’t need to worry about me, Kristen. Everything else is under control.”
I’ve always known Bradford to be strong and steady, practical and pragmatic. He was always there for me, making sure I was okay. Even when I wouldn’t allow him close, when I pushed him away, he was trying to look out for me. Now, it’s time for me to do that for him.
“I know you’re a strong man and are good at managing all the things in your life that require managing. I’m not asking about whether you have things under control. I’m asking how your heart is in this moment. And I’m not asking so I can worry about you. I’ll do that anyway because I love you. I’m asking so I can be here for you. So that you know you’re not alone in the world.”
He listens intently to what I say and then he gives me his heart like he always has when I’ve asked for it. “I’m feeling the same kind of confusion you are over what our parents did. It slants things about my family in a whole new way and I don’t know whether to open that door and ask more questions or whether to let it stay shut like my father wants me to. I can’t help but feel that asking the hard questions might bring me closer to my mother, though.”
I see and hear his inner conflict. His shoulders carry the same tension his face does.
“Whatever you decide to do, I’ll be right by your side.”
He takes that in for the longest moment before pulling me close and brushing his lips over mine. “I know today was hard, and I know life is going to be hard for a while, but I will make the rest of our lives so fucking worth it, Kristen, because you are the absolute best thing that has ever happened to me.”
I clutch his shirt and pull him close so I can kiss him again, showing him what I think of that declaration. When I’m finished showing him that, I ask, “How skilled are you at cleaning a kitchen?”
He glances around the room. “We have a housekeeper for things like this.”
“It wouldn’t be fair to expect her to clean this kind of mess up.” I glide my hands down to his pecs and out to his shoulders to shrug him out of his suit jacket. He watches as I clear space on the island for it and then proceed to roll his shirt sleeves up.
“Have you ever washed dishes?” I ask as I make my way up his arm, doing my best not to just strip him and beg him to fuck me rather than bother with the dishes.
He gives me his amused look. “You don’t think I’m capable of washing dishes?”
“I think you’re capable of anything you put your mind to, Mr. Black, but I’m just wondering if this will be a first for you.”
He lets me finish with his sleeves before gripping my wrists and stopping my next move. “I’m very capable, Mrs. Black. I’ve also been told I’m very bossy, so I’m going to take charge of this job to ensure we get it done as efficiently and quickly as we can. And then”—his hands tighten around my wrists and his eyes heat—“I’m going to lay you out on this island and bury my tongue in your pussy so that if you ever again think I want a domestic goddess, you can come in here and remember I’d prefer to eat you rather than any meal you might cook me.”
Bradford makes good on all his promises.
He bosses me around while we clean the kitchen. Mostly, he does all the work while I drool over the way he owns the kitchen. I mean, is there a room or a job in life that this man can’t take ownership of? It’s hot as hell watching all those muscles of his get the job done.
Then, he lifts me onto the island, slowly removes all my clothes, and gives me two orgasms I will never forget. He’s right; whenever I think I need to be a domestic goddess and cook my husband dinner, I’ll just recall the time he ate me for dinner in this kitchen.
After he gives me those two orgasms, he bends me over the island and gives me a third.
Then, he whispers against my ear, “What were the good things that happened to you today?”
I turn in his arms. “My first morning waking up with you here. Filling my new closet in our bedroom with my clothes. And cleaning this kitchen with you.”
He arches a brow. “Cleaning beats sex, which didn’t even make it onto your list?”
I grin. “Well, I’m pretty sure I can get sex from you every day, which means it will just be a given on my daily list. I’m going to reserve my nightly list for the special things that are firsts for me or that I don’t get to experience every day. Oh, and the other good thing that happened today was having our new bed delivered. When I told you to throw away all your condoms, I didn’t expect you to also get rid of your bed. However, I tested it out and it’s even more comfortable than your previous bed. And just so you know, if you ever leave me, I’m taking the bed. I already texted Hayden to have him add that to the postnup.”
“You did, did you?”
“Yes. He said he’d add it in.”
“Without speaking with me first?”
“Well, he and I both know that when it comes to this marriage, you’re being quite reckless, so I think he just assumed you’d give me what I want.”
“That bed was expensive. I’m going to need to get my money’s worth out of it before I ever agree to part with it.”
I lean into him. “How expensive?”
He kisses the side of my neck, adding just the right amount of teeth. “The kind that means both you and that bed are with me for life.” The decisive way he says this lets me know, in no uncertain terms, that he never intends on letting me go.
“Thank you,” I whisper as he trails kisses down to my throat.
