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“We’ll do just fine on our own,” he says, with a soft smile. “But the door will always be open if she decides to show up.”
“Oh my, that’s awfully well-adjusted of you,” I laugh. “You almost sound like a happy man.”
He glances at me. “I’m an extremely happy man, Dr. Petrosky.”
“Hey.” I frown mockingly at him. “I don’t recall agreeing to that.”
His expression falls a bit. “I know, I just like saying it.”
“It’s growing on me, but the jury’s still out on that.”
He nods. “Fair enough…Dr. Petrosky.”
I laugh and bat his arm.
It’s about sundown by the time we pull up to our East Hampton home. Sebastian grabs our bags while I go to the front door with the keys. I love the smell of the fresh, salty seawater and look forward to taking a nice walk along the shore. I walk into the kitchen and set my bag down. Fortunately, the refrigerator is well-stocked, and the place is immaculate.
“We good on supplies?” Sebastian says as he enters the kitchen.
“Yep, Lena did a great job.” I reply as I head toward the large panoramic windows facing the ocean. “We have enough to feed a small army. Dmitri and his brother needn’t fear they’ll go hungry.”
“Great, well I’m going to go fire up the grill, I’m starving,” he says. “Did she leave the steak and tuna fillet marinading?”
“Sure did,” I reply. “I’ll bring them out to you. I’m going to steam some broccoli to go with it.”
“Sounds good.”
Less than an hour later we’re sitting at the table out on the deck overlooking the ocean, we leisurely enjoy a delicious meal. We leave plenty for Dmitri and his brother to partake of when it suits them. We remained on the deck, watching the mesmerizing sunset and talking about our future plans until night fell.
We withdraw inside and Sebastian lights a fire in the large stone fireplace. I find a blanket and a couple of pillows to lay on the floor before the hypnotic, dancing flames. The lights are dimmed, and Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata is playing softly in the background setting the perfect mood.
“Hey, you,” I say as Bash lowers himself onto the blanket and moves close to me.
“Hello Mrs. Madison Petrosky,” he grins and kisses me playfully, which only makes me want him more. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back, less play, more passion.
He responds in kind, pulling me close until his chest is pressing against mine. I feel the pounding of his heart, feel my own blood pulsing through my ears.
I love this man. I love him with everything that I am.
My Bash— strong, cunning and powerful. Beautiful Bash.
My mouth is on his neck as I breathe in his masculine scent and taste the salt of his skin. I’m snatching his shirt open wanting to kiss his chest, I want my hands on his flesh. I want all of him. His hand grasps my chin as he urges me to look at him.
Our eyes meet, the burning passion in his is layered with something else – something vulnerable and raw. Like he’s opening himself to me in every possible way.
“I love you, Madison,” he gasps. “I love you so much. Everything I do, everything is for you, for our family.”
I stroke his face. “I know, baby, I know,” I say as I tenderly kiss his face. I feel the tension in his taut muscles and know that something’s troubling him.
He takes me and kisses me so deeply, I fear I’ll lose myself in him altogether. I want to ease his torment and give him peace and solace. I want to heal all that ails him and never let him go. I need this more than I need my next breath.
As Bash’s eyes poured hungrily over me, the delicate bud between my thighs spasmed with anticipation and trepidation. He’s holding me so tight, as if for dear life, and I know his passion will be unrestrained. Bash’s needs have been so demanding and relentless of late, like I’m the drug he can’t get enough of. I braced myself eager to please him, no matter how intense things get.
Bash’s hands are all over me, everywhere at once, squeezing my breasts, pulling off my blouse, sending buttons scattering across the hardwood floors. His heated mouth devours my flesh as he breathes me in. He sucks hard at my neck while his hand works the waistband of my pants, sliding them down off my hips. Within seconds, I’m completely naked before him as he looms large over me.
Bash’s hand slips down my back, firmly grabbing my bare bottom. His hungry kisses grow more insistent, prodding me to part my mouth to his. He holds me flush against his body, I feel his member stiff as a rod against my thigh. I tense with the anticipation of the tour de force that is Bash’s ardent lovemaking.
But he must sense my unease, because he rolled to the side and deftly maneuvered me on top, allowing me to set the pace this round.
