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I slide my legs down his sides. He takes my weight as my low-heeled stilettos touch the pavement.
“Thanks for giving me a lift home,” I say as I open the passenger door. Keller’s hand slams on the cool steel, his body towering over mine.
“I’m only taking you home so you can pack a bag of all your shit to bring to mine. I want you in my bed every night. Non-negotiable. Two days and I can’t function without you and I’m not doing a second more.”
Damn.
My eyes look over his face. This is moving fast. I haven’t even had time to be mad about him disappearing but…How do you argue with that?It may feel dangerously close to anormalrelationship. But the thought of being worshiped by my own sex god every night for a while is something I won’t deny myself. I deserve this, even if it ultimately is going to shatter my heart into a thousand pieces.
“One week trial period.” I point my finger at him. “But I stay at mine when or if Maddie needs me.”
“Fine with me,” he huffs as he grabs the door handle and gestures for me to get in, then leans over to secure the buckle. I swear he purposely grazes my breasts as he does.
* * *
I can’t help but admire the sheer luxury of his penthouse. With the size, elegance, and beauty of this place, I feel completely out of my league. Keller could have any woman he wants at the drop of a hat.Why me?
The place neatly reflects Keller, the dark furnishings contrasting with natural light and white marble. That’s him, dark and brooding, but underneath all of that, there is light. I can see it, although he might not.
But I have yet to see any photographs or personal touches, not even any boxing memorabilia. It feels like an empty shell just waiting to be filled and brought to life.
“This place is magnificent, Keller.”
“Well, get used to it, Baby. If I have my way, you won’t ever be leaving this place,” he says as he sneaks up behind me, wrapping his heavy arms around my waist.
I lean back into his embrace and just take it in. It feels right. With him wrapped around me, I feel like I can take on the world.
“Well, now might be a good time to tell you I can’t cook for shit. I was brought up on ready meals and takeaways. Maddie’s practically all but banned me from making anything other than coffee in the kitchen. So if you’re expecting a doting housewife, then you may be severely disappointed, Champ.”
“Wife? Mmmm, I like the sound of that,” he mumbles into my neck.
I feel his lips slide against my skin into a smile. I can’t help the smile that creeps up my face.Maybe being a wife wouldn’t be so bad after all.
“Good job Mrs. Russo taught this boy how to cook. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure we’re both well fed. Your sweet, sweet pussy is going to provide me with dessert every damn night.”
Now that sounds perfect.
“In fact, I think I fancy something sweet before dinner,” he says as he hoists me up and then drops me down to sink into the cool leather sofa. Ripping my jeans and little black thong off in one yank, he leaves me exposed. Wasting no time, he dives in, lapping me up, sucking on my clit as his fingers start to thrust in and out, bringing me to orgasm in record speed. He certainly knows how to push all the right buttons. He whips his mouth from my pussy and gives me a hungry kiss. I can taste the sweetness of myself on his lips. It’s fucking hot. His erection strains against those sexy gray sweatpants. I want more and attempt to bring my hand up to the waistband, but he quickly swats it away.
“Patience Baby. Food first, then fuck. Deal?”
“Fine,” I huff. Despite just orgasming a few moments ago, I crave more. I crave him. But food does sound good.
Keller works the kitchen like a pro. I’m yet to find anything Keller can’t exceed at.
Boxing - check. Can find my clit- check. Cooking - check. Surely a man can’t be this perfect.
The aromas of a creamy garlic chicken make my stomach rumble. Steam fills the kitchen as Keller flits from one pan to another, spatula in hand, his face stern as he concentrates.
I just perch on the barstool, drooling over the sight in front of me. Damn, I could get used to this.
“Do you need any help? I’m sure I could manage dishing up, if you want?” I ask.
“Nope, Baby, you just sit there and look pretty. Let me show you how a real man cooks.”
I roll my eyes. That’s fine by me.
Dinner is by far one of the most incredible meals I’ve ever had in my mouth. Well, bar his cock, but that doesn’t count.
