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He might put his social mask on, but there's an underlying tension to playing that role—one that doesn't let him be comfortable in his own skin. And if there is anything I want to accomplish in this life, it's to make sure he'salwayscomfortable in who he is.
The only expectation I'll ever have of him is his love. The rest… The rest is moot. As long as he loves me and I love him, nothing else matters.
Raf continues his ministrations. If before, everything had been hyper-sexual, now there's only playfulness and joy—the pleasure derived from laughter and making each other laugh.
I giggle as he tickles a particularly sensitive spot, kicking at him as tears stab at the corners of my eyes.
"Stop. I give up, I give up," I cry out, unable to stop myself from laughing.
Suddenly, he stops.
His blonde locks are damp from perspiration, an intense look settling on his face.
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Noelle," he declares, the sincerity in his voice my undoing.
"Maybe for you," I mumble shyly.
He shakes his head.
"For me you're theonlyone," he winks cheekily before getting up, nodding for me to do the same and dress.
Reluctantly, I acquiesce since we do need to face the outside world at some point. As much as I'd love nothing more than to have him steal me away, take me to a far, far away place where no one knows us and we don't know anyone, I know we can't.
There are responsibilities. Things we still have pending.
With a resigned sigh, I push myself up, settling on the chair next to the driver's seat as I search for my dress.
Raf is faster, though, grabbing it from the floor and beckoning me to come closer so he can slide it over my head.
A smile pulls at my lips. I know what he's doing. He has an odd fascination with doing everything for me—dressing me, feeding me, just taking care of me. It's such an endearing quality of his that I can only comply, shuffling closer and raising my arms.
He grins in approval, pulling the dress over my body and smoothing out the wrinkles.
"There's my domestic husband. You're good at everything, aren't you?" I raise a brow at him.
"I was born for this, pretty girl. Of course, I'm an expert at everything that isyou," he winks, making to grab his own clothes.
But if he can take care of me, then I certainly can take care of him too.
I watch as he pulls on his pants, but before he can do more, I simply move, sliding between the seats as I grab his shirt.
A curious look of surprise crosses his face, but he doesn't protest when I help him into his shirt, my fingers focused on getting the buttons right.
He's smiling, watching me indulgently.
Especially as I get lower and lower. As I'm about to zip up his pants, I'm met with the surprise that he's still hard. My fingers brush over his erection as I reach for his zipper, and he hisses at the sensation.
"It's not fair," I whisper, my eyes on that part of him that seems to grow even harder the more I stare at it.
"What's not fair, pretty girl?" he voice is thick, need shadowing his tone.
"That you can make me come so many times but you come only once," I pout.
There's a pause and I lift my eyes to his face, surprised to see an amused expression tugging at his lips. He releases a chuckle.
"You should take that up with Mother Nature," he fires back.
"Still not fair."
