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With a sigh, I wrap my arms around Zoey. “Sky’s a bitch, Zoe. Ignore her.”
“She’s right, though. I’m glad the Zack chapter of my life is finally over.”
The conversation shifts to safer topics and I enjoy the rest of my afternoon in the company of my best friends. Although Skylar’s words stick in the back of my mind, eating at me.
Because I know without a doubt that she’s absolutely right.
CHAPTER24
Christian
Love might be an annoying, elusive word I’ll never understand, but in this moment, with Daniella in front of me, her body slick and wet, I love the feeling of sliding into her. I love the little moans she makes, the way she always takes whatever I’m ready to give. I love spending every hour, every second of the day with her, even though most times I can’t.
She pushes back onto my cock and I let out a tense breath, grabbing her hips to stop her.
“Babe,” she moans.
“Easy,tesoro. You feel so good right now, I’m trying to take this slow.”
I feed my cock into her inch by inch and she arches her back, crying out.
“Fuck,” I breathe. It doesn’t matter how many times I slide into this woman, the sensation is mind-blowing every time. The shower head sprays water over our bodies as I thrust into her over and over again, the space filled with a cacophony of noise from our bodies slapping together.
Daniella moans loudly as she comes, her pussy gripping my cock like a vise. I hold onto her ass, kneading each cheek in turn as I thrust into her repeatedly. When I feel myself about to come, I pull out and my beautiful girl immediately drops to her knees. She takes me in her mouth and swallows every single drop. When she’s done, I pull her up and thumb her cheek, the gesture reverent.
“I don’t deserve you,” I whisper.
“Easy, Christian. No need to hero worship because I sucked you off.”
A rumble of laughter leaves me. “One of these days, that mouth will get you in trouble.”
She grins but doesn’t say a word as I grab the shampoo and begin washing her hair. Moments like this have fast become my favorite part of the day. Nights when I come home and find her in my room—our room—lying in bed, waiting for me. Nights where I get to do something as simple as wash her hair. Or have dinner with her.
When we’re done in the shower, we step out. After drying off, I grab some boxer briefs and put them on. Daniella wraps a towel around herself, moving to the vanity I had moved in here. She begins applying some products to her face. It took a while to get used to her stuff cluttering up my space, but the discomfort has quickly become an itch I’m adept at ignoring. I love her being in my space too much to care how much she disrupts it.
But seriously, my fiancée can be a slob.
“What happened at work today?” Daniella question abruptly.
I arch an eyebrow. “What makes you think something happened?”
“The frown on your face when you walked out of the car. And the way you seemed tense when you came in the house.”
I had been a little tense, but all my worries dissipated the moment I saw her face. I run my hands through the back of my hair, contemplating asking her.
“Spit it out, babe. Come on.”
With a sigh, I do. “Your mom’s on the New York Gala committee, right?”
“Yes…” she says curiously. “Where are you going with this?”
“I need an invite to a party being hosted by General Colby. You think she can get it?”
She turns around to face me fully, her eyes alight with curiosity.
“Are you going to tell me why you need it?”
“You don’t need to know,tesoro,” I grumble.
