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“And you know mine. But I like you, and I want to know more.” She prodded.

I liked hearing her admit that she liked me. The warmth of her gaze spilled out, warming me to my bones, and I thought there couldn’t have been anyone more perfect than Addison. She was perfect in every way. From the giggle that bubbled out of her when she was happy, to the way she trembled under my touch, letting me guide her to ecstasy and beyond, over and over again.

I was feeling a sense of possessiveness over Addison. The feeling of claiming her body, of cradling her in my lap, stirring something within me. We were playing a little game right now, but I briefly wondered what it would be like if Addison were actually my wife. I pushed the thought away, knowing I’d never take that plunge again. Not after what I’d been through. Besides, I’d known her for a few days. We knew nothing about each other, and we were existing in a temporary bubble that would eventually pop. But I couldn’t deny something within me felt innately drawn to her.

“Tell me what you want to know, and I’ll tell you.” I said, taking one of her feet in my hand and massaging it underneath the bubbles.

“Well, first of all, I want to know what you do!” She exclaimed.

“I told you that already.”

“Not really.”

“I invest in things.”

“Like what?”

“Well, right now I’m developing some land.”

“What kind of land?”

“Big pieces of land.”

“How very specific of you.” She rolled her eyes.

“It’s truly not very exciting.” I responded.

“Well, I can think of other, more exciting things, I suppose. What do you put on your land?” She inquired, shifting around to face me, straddling me, as she traced her finger over my chest.

“New buildings, hotels, apartments.”

There was actually a whole lot more to the business than that, but there was no point in boring her with the details. I ran my hands over her thighs and pulled her closer to me. She let out an infectious laugh as I did so.

Her hand slid down under the water and wrapped around my length. The sensation of her touch consuming me, hardening me once more.

“I’m more interested in knowing what you do.” I groaned as she stroked me.

“I own a business.” She smiled shyly. “Probably not as big as your business, though.”

“Working for yourself is always fulfilling, no matter how big your business is. What kind of business do you own?” I asked.

“I’m a florist. I make the best floral arrangements you’ve ever seen in your life.” She said proudly.

“Very fitting.” I kneaded her hips with one hand, and tucked a flower from the bathtub behind her ear, as she had done last night.

She nodded, looking at me with hooded eyes, and then she positioned me at her entrance, and gripped the sides of the tub as she eased down onto my length. Her eyes scrunched shut, and her head tilted back as a soft gasp fell out of her mouth. I watched her with lusty eyes, as she lowered herself slowly until I was fully inside her, and damn she felt incredible, like her perfect tight little pussy was made for me.

“Again?” I questioned. “You’re going to be sore.” I warned her.

“I don’t care.” She panted. “You know things. I want you to teach me, Damian.”

“You want me to teach you, huh?”

Fuck. What was I supposed to do with that?

I grabbed a handful of her wet hair and pulled her neck back, grazing my teeth over her skin, and she began to rock up and down my length slowly. A growing moan escaped her lips each time she took me fully in.

I felt my legs tightening as her perfect mango sized tits bounced in my face, and I sucked one into my mouth, devouring her with the same fervor as twenty minutes ago. Her skin tasted sweet, and I moved to her other nipple, rolling my tongue over it. She whimpered as I gripped her hips, aiding her desperate thrusts, one after another.

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