I let out a sigh as I flip through the massive stack of paperwork that's laying in front of me on the mahogany desk. Building a hospital is a lot more work than I thought of. From finding an equivalent property to actually building the estate... I don't even want to think of the hiring process and finding a name for the hospital. It's for a good cause, maybe even the greater good, but right now it doesn't feel like it. I've hidden myself in Troy's office with the baby monitor placed on the right edge of the desk that I've covered with hundreds of sheets of paper. After changing Adaline's diaper and putting her back to sleep, I pray she'll give me a few hours to get to work. We spent the whole day outside as it was a beautiful late summer day. We took long walks in Richmond park and enjoyed the sun in the afternoon at home. I've been going through emails and had video conferences the whole day which meant there was no time for all of this in front of me. But I need to get this done and I will get this done even if I have to work the night through. It's already around midnight and I just went through all the papers regarding the agreement for sale. I have to go through the architects idea's for the building as well as all the projections. Troy went through all of it already and gave it to me for a finale check-up. He made a few adjustments saying I might add something as well.

I take a sip of my coffee that's already cold. The LED-light from the desk lamp is shining brightly on the printed words. Idea for the main building: I see graphics of a modern building. There are numbers next to the drafts so I have an idea of the measurements. It looks like a glass house. On each side there is a glass corridor that connects the main building to two other buildings. In total there are five buildings connected in that way. In the middle of the pentagon should be a garden or some kind of oasis.

I frown as my eyes look at graphic photos of the facades of each of the buildings. I don't like the whole glass-thing. It's too open. I want light and windows, but not a see-through house.

"There you are." I hear my husband's voice saying. "I've been looking for you. I didn't expect to find you here."

I look up from the sketches. My husband is standing across me, wearing a light grey suit. The white oxford shirt is already open at the collar, in his hand he's holding the dark blue colored silk tie. His hair is a bit messy. I can see the pool table behind him and the soft lightning sources hanging above the table. I thought he was nuts when he wanted to place a pool table in his office, but now I think it's genius. It gives you a clear head when all the paper work is giving you a headache.

I inhale sharply, allowing my eyes to dance down his body. It's been two weeks since our trip to France. Two weeks since I pulled the emergency brake and I haven't loosen it yet. The atmosphere between us is warm, yet it lacks the sexual fire. The sexual fire that's right standing across me... "I had to go through all of the paperwork." I breathe out, feeling my mouth drying.

He walks around the desk, stopping behind me. As he leans over to have a look at the paperwork, I inhale his scent. I close my eyes. He knows I am the only one who has the control over us. And he's doing everything to make me loosen that brake I pulled. "What do you think?"

I open my eyes again, "I don't like the design. Too many buildings and too much glass."

"I'll arrange a new meeting with the architect then." he nods, before his fingers flip through the sketches. I feel his body warmth against mine and feel his fingers brushing mine. He rolls the sketches together in front of my eyes and I follow every move his hands make, wanting them to touch mine. I gulp as I turn around in the chair. I watch him putting the sketches away in a tube. Two weeks... In the last two weeks, my husband has not been bothered to shave regularly, causing stubbles to grow. But it suits him. It makes him look rougher, more dangerous... sexier if that's even possible. He closes the tube with the lid before looking at me again. He inhales sharply and I watch his orbs changing color, "Are you planning to loosen that brake tonight?" his way of asking for allowance to fuck me.

"No." I breathe out without thinking twice, although I am long over being mad at him.

"Good, then I should go upstairs and take a shower."

I let my eyes dance down his body, stopping at his erection. I lick my lips, "Yes."

He nods, "When will you come to bed?"

I watch him walking around the desk again, exiting the dangerous zone that we are in when we're too close. "In about an hour."

Without another word he starts walking away from me. I lean back in the chair and watch my muscular man walking away from me. He walks around the pool table and I sigh as he reaches the door.

"Wait," I breathe out as his hand is resting on the doorknob. He stops in his movement and I rise from the chair. I walk around the desk and grab two billiard cues on my way to the pool table.

He turns around and I throw a billiard cue in his way, "You want to play pool?" his hand catches it with ease.

"Yes." I say as I get out the balls. I place them on the dark red table. "Eight-ball."

"What about?" I awoke his attention.

"That." I say nodding, towards his erection. "I think we should do something about your little issue."

"Little issue?" he raises an eyebrow at me, "My love, I think you've forgotten how big it can get."

I gulp, yes I almost forgot how big it can get. "And diamond hard." I whisper.

"So, if I win I get to fuck you?" the turquoise marble in his dark blue eyes is glittering as he straightens the tie in his hands.

"If I win," I start and watch him walking over to me, "you'll take me into the room of pleasure." I signalise him that I am all in.

"And if I win?" there's a smirk on his lips before he throws the dark blue tie on the arm chair that's standing in front of the book shelves. He likes my idea.

"Your choice." my fingers start playing with the cue ball. "The place, the position, the timing, the speed... and the tools if you want to use any."

He nods, "Break." his breath is shallow.

I bite my lip, "Okay..." I say, my eyes resting on him before I shoot with the cue stick against the cue ball. The break shot tears the object-rack apart. Solids and stripes fall into the pockets. Though, more solids than stripes I notice as I let my eyes glide over the dark red playing field. Two solids and one striped ball. "Solid." His eyes watch me walking around the table before I bent over the table to shoot another solid into a pocket. I am aware of my exposed cleavage.

He wheezes, seeing my controlled movement. I let my eyes dance around the balls on the table, seeing the red solid right in front of him. I walk over to the left corner, bent over the table and hit the ball with my cue stick in another control movement. It falls straight into the pocket in front of my husband's erection. "You seem to have some experience, Mrs. Bolton."

I shrug as I walk around the table and over to him, "Maybe." I have a look over the playing field again, this time having the blue solid in my focus. I position my cue stick and bent over. Just as I am about to hit the cue ball, I feel his hand on my hips. Wincing, I miss the best point to hit the cue ball and I foul as the cue ball hits neither the solids nor the stripes. "That was unfair." I breathe out, turning around. I've lost. In an blink of an eye.

There's a grin on his lips, "We didn't set up any rules."

"I want a rematch. You didn't even get a chance to play." I inhale sharply as I feel his hands on my thighs.

"Really? You want a rematch?" he asks, letting his hands glide up, gathering the fabric of my turquoise colored dressed.

I nod, being lost for words as I feel the heat in my body rising.

"Right now?" his voice is a whisper as he moves closer to me.

"Yes..."

"Right here on his table?" I feel his hot breath against my neck.

"Yes..." my breath is shallow as his hands grab on my hips. With ease, he lifts me and places me on the table. My clirotis starts pulsing in anticipation. Even if my mind wanted me to say no, there is no way I could right now.

"Exactly like this?" he asks me as his fingers travel up my legs before they find my laced panties.

"Hmm..." I bite my lip as I feel his fingers pulling my panties down. Slowly, he stripes the laced black fabric down my legs before gathering them in his hands. I close my eyes as I feel his hot breath in the nape of neck and it's driving me insane.

He takes a step back and I open my eyes. "Good." he says, putting my panties into the pocket of his trousers. "But I'll keep those."

I frown as I watch his dirty grin. He likes to play the game as well. "Fine." I say before hoping off of the table. "For each ball I pocket, you take a piece of clothing off." I say as I watch him collecting the balls again.

"Fine. But the same goes for you."

"But I am only wearing a dress, a bra and Louboutins!" I start arguing. That's far less than he is wearing.

"Exactly." his lips form a grin as he eyeballs me, "But you get to keep on your shoes."

I roll my eyes, my husband and his Louboutin obsession. "Good, but no external influences, Mr. Bolton. That includes no touching, no sniffing and definitely no sexy I-want-to-fuck-you kind of looks. And you get to stripe off two clothing pieces per ball. To stay fair."

He smirks, "I'm fine with your conditions." he sets up the table for a new match.

I gulp as I watch his hands arranging the play balls. "Oh and you break this time."

"Good." he says with a shrug before break-shooting into the match. I watch five stripes and two solids falling into the pockets. Of course he's excellent at eight-ball. There's nothing he can't do. "Stripes." he calls smiling.

I shake my head and walk around the table with the cue stick in my hand. He'll pocket the remaining two in less than a blink of an eye. His eyes focus the blue striped billiard ball in the right pocket. I walk into the right corner of the table and stand behind it. His eyes focus mine as his cue stick hits the cue ball with strength. I watch the blue striped ball fall straight into the pocket. "This game might be over sooner than you think, Mrs. Bolton."

I sigh before I open the hooks of my bra. I get out of it before holding it up by the straps. I watch his eyes staring at the black laced bra from La Perla, that didn't even cover my nipples. Such a shame that he didn't see me wearing it. "We'll see." I say with a shrug.

He licks his lips before he looks at the table again. He aims for the yellow striped ball. I hold my breath as I watch his cue stick hitting the cue ball and exhale as the yellow striped ball misses the pocket. He'll have to wait a little longer to see me naked. "Your turn."

I grin as I bent over and hit the cue ball with my stick. The green solid ball falls into a side pocket. My eyes focus my husband. "Take'em off, Mr, Bolton."

With a smile on his lips, he gets out of his jacket and shoes. He places the jacket on an armchair in front of a book shelve.

I take another look at the table to calculate my next moves. I want him naked. Red ball, then blue and yellow. And I always get what you want. I bent over and pocket the red ball, positioning the cue ball right in front of her blue ball. "I am ready to see some skin."

He chuckles before taking off his sock. "Is that enough skin?

"Two socks count as one clothing item." I inform him smiling. "And it's by far not enough skin, Mr. Bolton."

He takes off the other sock before folding them and placing them on the armchair. My eyes get drunk in his image and I expect him to start unbuttoning his shirt, but instead he opens his trousers before they slide off of his legs. With a grin on his lips he steps out of them, "Didn't expect that, did you Mrs. Bolton?" He folds them and places them on the back of the armchair above his jacket.

I smile, "The sequence is up to you. The result is what matters the most, Mr. Bolton." I walk past his smiling face and eyeball him. The black Armani briefs are barely holding in his erection. "You like what you see?"

"Always..." I look away from his impressive body and focus on the table in front of me. My aim is to get him naked. As soon as possible. With a softly push, I pocket the blue ball.

"What about accessories?" He asks opening the leather band of the ROLEX I gifted him as a wedding present.

"Watch and cuffs count as two items." I explain as he places the watch on the armchair. He starts opening the cuffs of his white oxford shirt. I watch him placing the cuffs next to the watch and catch myself being mesmerized. I love watching him undressing.

His lips form a grin, "You're having fun, yet?"

"Very much." I agree, mirroring his grin before I turn my attention back to the game. As calculated the cue ball stoped a few centimeters in front of the yellow ball. "Get ready to loose even more clothing, Mr. Bolton." With that I shoot the cue ball with my stick, pocketing the yellow ball into the aimed pocket. "But to stay fair, you get to take off only one clothing piece so we are equally dressed with each remaining one piece."

He smirks, "I obey your order, Mrs. Bolton..."

I hold my breath as I get ready to see his toned abs that are still covered by his white shirt, but to my surprise his fingers stripe down his black Armani briefs. I inhale sharply, as I see his pulsing, thick and long cock. Holy shit... The white oxford shirt might still on, but the fabric barely covers his butt, let alone the precious part at the front. "Definitely not a little issue, we're dealing with."

He lets his briefs fall on the armchair, smiling. "Oh, it'll be a pleasure to get rid of this issue... as many times as I want."

It takes all of my will to turn away and look at the remaining balls on the billiard table. I just have the orange one left. One play ball and the 8 ball. I can do the remaining balls. I take a deep breath before I shoot the cue ball. It hits the orange solid ball, but I don't pocket it. I sigh, I was so close! "Your turn, Mr. Bolton."

There's a smile on his lips before his eyes find the yellow striped ball. With one strong push he shoots the cue ball with his stick. As calculated it hits the yellow striped ball. My eyes follow the ball until it sinks into the pocket. "Take that dress off." His voice is a demand.

I bite my lip and grin as I realize I am wearing accessories as well. My diamond earrings. "Not so fast, Mr. Bolton." I say as I start taking my earrings off. His eyes follow my movements as I place them next to his cuffs on the armchair.

There's a whistle escaping his lips as he shakes his head. His eyes focus on the 8 ball. "Side pocket." He designates the pocket before shooting. I watch the 8 ball rolling into the direction of the side pocket but suddenly it stops at the cushion.

I chuckle, "Looks like I'll win after all." I say before pocketing the orange solid ball in one movement. I look up at my husband. "Take it off." I demand with a grin on my lips.

He chuckles before his fingers start unbuttoning the white oxford shirt. Slowly, he starts peeling the shirt off of his glorious upper body. Man, how much I missed this view! I allow my eyes to dance down my husband's naked figure. I feel my sex responding to what I see and my mouth getting dry. I have one fine looking husband. "You're enjoying the view?"

"Very much." I say mirroring his smile.

"Make your next move so I get to have an equally as beautiful view."

I gulp, not being able to look away. For a moment, I want to quit and throw myself at him. The grip around my cue stick loosens.

"Oh no quitting." Troy says, "or else it will have serious consequences."

I close my eyes, take a deep breath in and scan the playing field after I opened my eyes. "Bottom right." I call out before pocketing the 8 ball. But to my surprise the cue ball follows. "Shit." I breathe out as I watch the cue ball sinking into the pocket.

"You fouled two times in a row, Mrs. Bolton." He walks around the pool table and over to me. I turn around, leaning against the table. He stops across me, "That means I won. Again."

"Yes." I hear my heartbeat pounding loudly in my ears.

"And now on to my prize..." his fingers gather the seam of my turquoise colored dress. I hold my breath as his hands pull the dress over my head, "what a beautiful, beautiful prize that is..." his eyes dance down my body, "simply stunning, Mrs. Bolton." His warm hands start fondling my shape of my body. I feel my breathe quickening. Gosh, his touch on my skin feels so good. "The conditions are still the same?" His voice is a whisper as his dark blue orbs stare into mine.

"Yes."

"The place, the position, the timing, the speed and the tools are all up to me?"

The turquoise marble appears in his orbs and I gulp, "Yes." My voice is hoarse.

"You're giving me control back over..." his fingertip travels down my cleavage, around my belly button and down to my sex, "you."

I close my eyes as I feel his fingertip hovering above my sex.

"Answer me."

"Yes." I breathe out as I open my eyes. I feel the heat inside of me rising as my sex starts pulsing, aching for his touch.

He inhales, closing his eyes. He waited two weeks for this. I watch him folding his hands in front of his heart before he opens his eyes. The turquoise marble in his orbs has disappeared as I am left in a sea of dark blue. "I'm gonna be very rough with you." His words are a warning, yet it's an information that floats like hot desire through my veins.

I gulp, feeling my body reacting to his words. "Then be rough with me."

His hands on my hips twist my body around before the palm of his left hand pushes my back down. I feel his wedding band in my back as his feet spread my legs open. I hear the pulse in my ears, feel my heart nearly bursting with desire. His right hand grabs my wrists. He stretches my body out on the dark red felt. God, why does this feel so good? I am laying naked on the table. I cry out as I feel him thrusting into me. God, his big size feels so good. I feel him stretching me, but he doesn't give me time to adjust to his size. He moves out until I feel his head brushing my clirotis. Without another word, he pumps into me again. Harder this time. My hips clash against the table as another moan escapes my lungs. His breath is hot against my neck as he moves out again. He starts increasing his speed and I feel my orgasm building just as fast. Closing my eyes, I surrender into the emotions only my husband can make me feel. "Troy," I breathe out my husband's name. But to my surprise he stops moving for a moment before exiting me. I open my eyes, waiting for his next move. I hear his breath in my ear and realize we're breathing equally as shallow. He's enjoying this, yet I don't know why he stoped. Suddenly, his right hand lets go of my wrists before I feel his hands twisting my body around again. I feel my mouth drying as I stare into my husband's eyes that are as full of desire as mine are. His hands move down my hips and beneath my knees. His touch echoes in my sex. Within one movement, he has lifted me on the table. The palms of his hands rest on my inner thigh and I feel my sex pulsing in anticipation. What's his next move? He slowly bends his elbows, spreading my legs softly wider. I moan as I feel the stretch, but it feels nothing compared to him inside of me. He takes a step closer to me. I look down as I feel his pulsing erection brushing my clirotis again. It's big, long and beautiful. I still wonder how I am able to absorb all of him. I am not sure if he's punishing me or himself. His fingertips lift up my chin until his eyes meet mine again.

"I love you." His words are a whisper and full of truth.

"I know. I never doubted your love for me." I say just as truthfully.

His thumb runs over my lips, before he kisses me softly. The roughness in the atmosphere has disappeared. I wrap my arms around his upper body as I return his kiss. Our tongues start dancing as our private parts pulse in anticipation. But neither of us gives into the primitive need. Instead he continues kissing me, fondling my cheeks... cherishing me on levels I didn't think we could reach. As he lets go of my lips, I feel safe, loved and beautiful. I fondle his cheek, "I love you, too." I say back. He kisses my lips softly before he kisses the nape of my neck, my cleavage... he sucks on my left nipple before biting softly into my right. My sex responds to his movements, echoing to every touch with anticipation. I feel like hot chocolate in the sun as he kisses down to my belly button. He picks up my legs and I lean back on my bent elbows. The heels of my Louboutins are standing steady on the wooden edge of the pool table. The stretch in my lower body is much more intense now, but I feel no pain. I feel his hot breath against my sex and close my eyes as he starts kissing me down there. To my surprise I cry out as he starts sucking, licking and biting softly into my flesh. His tongue starts dancing, sending signals to every single nerve in my body. His hands let go of my bent knees and my feet fall down, hanging loosely in the air as I don't have the strength to keep them up. Gosh, this feels so good! Quickly, I feel the orgasm building again - only this time it feels bigger. My husband knows how to treat me right... he learned from his mistake. My fingers grab around the wooden edge of the table as the orgasm is about explode. His tongue starts dancing slower, as if he wanted to enjoy this a bit longer. I start winding from his mouth and it's effect on me. My fingers release the wood and stop at his hip. I lay flat on the pool table as my fingernails dig into his hip, trying to signalise him what my mouth is unable to. He starts sucking and biting a bit harder again just as I release my grip from his hips. My hands move behind his butt and I dig my nails into that steel hard ass as the orgasm explodes inside of me like a thousand volcanos at once. I cry out his name, feeling my muscles tightening all at once. I hear the blood rushing through my veins as I feel his warm breath blowing against my sex. My body vibrates as I feel the orgasm slowly fading. I breathe heavily as I barely notice his kisses moving up north again. I feel his lips kissing my hips, my waist, my cleavage, each of my breasts and my neck.

"I love cherishing my wife." His hot breath clashes against my neck before I feel his lips kissing the right corner of my lips. I open my eyes as I feel his hand fondling my cheek. My legs are still shaking. I feel like jelly, yet I am full of endorphins. I gulp as I see all facades of his love for me in his eyes. There's so much love... so much love.

The same amount of love that I feel. Maybe more. Using my core, I raise from the pool table, closing the gap between us. I feel his huge cock pulsing against my stomach demanding what I just experienced. I wrap my arms around his neck before kissing him passionately. I feel his body giving into my kiss before he flexes his hips. Our tongues start dancing just as he slowly enters me. I am surprised by the soft movement as well as the size which has grown already in such a little time. I let go of his lips to catch my breath. I feel him stretching me in a way he has never before. This feels so good... so good. His fingers fondle my cheeks before he brushes through my hair. "Are you ready?" His voice is a whisper as I am still trying to catch my breath.

I shake my head, placing my head on his left shoulder. I hear his breath in my ear, feel his heartbeat against mine. "No." I feel his erection reacting to my movement.

"Am I causing you pain?" His voice reaches my ears.

"No." I kiss his left cheek. "You could never cause me pain."

"Do you want me to stop?" His muscles stiffen a bit.

I fondle his face with my right hand, "No." I know he would if I asked him to.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want this moment to end." I breathe out my thoughts. It took us so long to reach this point in our relationship. I don't want it to get ruined by either of us again. "I want to stay in this moment forever."

I feel his body relaxing as he realizes he is not making any mistake at all. He sighs before lifting my head off of his shoulder, "I know. I want this, too." He brushes through my hair.

"Good."

"Good." He echoes before pulling me into another kiss. As our tongues dance with one another, I feel him flexing his hip.

I let my fingers travel down his back, feeling his muscles vibrating from my touch. He needs me as much as I need him. "I don't want you to hold back." I say into his eyes as my fingernails softly scratch his back. "Ever."

A smile appears on his lips that's full of love, hot desire and gratitude. I wish I could smile like that. I wish I could show my emotions as well as he does. I gasp as I feel his right thumb running over my lower lip again, "What did I do to deserve you?" he tilts his head to the side, his eyes focused on my lips as I part them.

I want to answer, but instead I moan as I feel him thrusting into me. It's a strong movement, yet it has nothing from the animalistic, hard thrusts a few minutes ago. These are controlled with a beautifully, lovingly speed I enjoy. He flexes his hips again, before thrusting into me once more. I grab tight on his hips as he uses them again to exit me. I feel his muscles working as he thrusts into me again and I move along, meeting him half-way. Suddenly, he exits me half-way before his hands grab mine. I hold my breath and tighten my core as he laces his fingers with mine. I feel his wedding band as I run my ring finger over it. It's so much more than just a ring to him and me. I stare into his bright blue orbs as he places our laced fingers on his shoulders. He unlaces his fingers from mine before his hands move to my hips. I breathe heavily, feeling my sex pulsing. I need more of him. Much more... His fingers wrap around my hips as he thrusts with full force into me. His fingers on my hips stabilize me as I tilt my head back. I am so close... "Come for me, my angel." his voice is a whisper that reaches a level deep, deep inside of me. He flexes his hips before thrusting into me even harder this time. I curl my toes in the Louboutin heels and squeeze his shoulder blades as I feel the orgasms bursting inside of me. My back hallows as the orgasms rushes through my veins and his hands on my hips keep me safe. He thrusts into me and I feel him coming in a loud growl as well. His body stiffens beneath my hands before the orgasms rushes through his veins as well. His upper body leans softly against mine as we both are still catching our breaths. Two weeks... I let him wait two weeks for this. He kisses me softly as he exits me. There's a big smile on his lips as I brush through his hair. "That felt very good, Mr. Bolton."

He chuckles, "I thought I'd rather take it easy on you..."

I tilt my head to the side, frowning.

"before working my way up." he finishes his sentence.

I gulp as I realize working his way up, literally means, working his way up into the first level of our house. "I'll go sky-high with you." I promise him.

His fingers fondle my face as I feel him exiting me, "I know." he adds with a small smile on his lips. "But for now, upstairs is enough." with that he grabs my hips and pulls me into his arms. I close my eyes as I feel the body warmth of his torso against mine. We're both sweaty, both hot from the desire floating through our bodies. A desire only we know. I wrap my arms around his neck before criss-crossing my legs behind his butt. "Hold tight."

"I'll never be able to let go of you." I whisper into his ear before kissing his cheek. "I'm enjoying the stubbles."

He smiles at my words, "The second baby phone is in the bedroom?"

I nod, "Yes." I whisper as I place my chin on his right shoulder. I feel his hands lifting me before they move down my butt as he starts walking.

"Good." he says, walking out of his office and leaving the situation behind us. I listen to his heartbeat as he walks with me wrapped around him through the hallway and living area. My eyes scan the wide living space. The light sources from the foyer light the living area up. There are framed photos standing on the mantelpiece. My rolled yoga mat is standing next to the open fireplace. Next to the huge couch is Adaline's carpet on which she plays with her toys. Her toys are collected in a box that's placed in the corner. I smile, she's bringing so much joy and love to both of us. My eyes follow his movement as he walks into the foyer. As he walks pass the marbled round table, I notice the red peonies that are hanging lifelessly in the vase. "We need to get new peonies." I breathe out as he starts walking up one of the two staircases that lead upstairs. His head follows mine before his eyes notice the peonies as well, "I ordered a flower delivery for tomorrow morning today. Should be in after my morning run."

I smile at his way of thinking. He's always ahead of me. "Women dream of husbands like you."

"I am an original that's owned by you." the palm of his left hand moves up my back. I gasp, as I feel my sex reacting to his touch. One simple movement from my husband and my desire is awake. "Stop." I demand in a whisper.

He listens to me, I realize as he stops between two stairs. "What's wrong?"

"Take a step to the side." I demand and he obeys. "Another one." I breathe out before I feel the wall behind my back. "And now kiss me like there's no tomorrow."

"I thought, I was in con-" I shut him off by my lips. Kissing him passionately, I bury my fingers in his hair. He returns my kiss before releasing his hands from my butt. I feel his hands on my face as our tongues start battling, dancing their very own tango. I feel his erection starting to grow again as his teeth bite into my lower lip.

"I am in control." he breathes out as his thumb runs over my lower lip.

"Bucket list." I breathe out with a raised eyebrow.

Flashback

"Ready to have a first look at our new home?" the golden keys are hanging on his ring finger. There's a grin of excitement on his lips and a sparkle of joy in his eyes. He's so addictive!

"It better be as impressive as these massive doors are!" I say with a smile on my lips as my eyes focus the entrance doors behind my fiancé. There are massive dark wooden doors. Today is one of the rare days on which the property is completely empty. No craftsmen are in our sight, we have the whole property for ourselves. I watch Troy turning around before unlocking the front door. He pushes the doors open and I gasp at the huge foyer that I am facing. There are two curved marble staircases with black wrought iron railings leading upstairs. I walk inside the marbled entrance, feeling totally blown away.

"Do you like it?" his voice reaches my ears. "We have the same kind of staircase in the kitchen as a shortcut to our bedroom."

I look around, this is a completely different house! What we bought was already breathtaking, but this... this is so much more! I walk over to the right marble curved staircase and touch the black wrought iron railing. It's a floral black iron that's moving upstairs. It looks so beautiful. "I want a round marbled table right here..." I point out my vision for this foyer. "With the same black wrought iron railing as the table bases. And peonies in a vase standing on the table."

"I'll make sure you'll always have fresh peonies in a vase standing on that table." he hugs me from behind.

I lean against his strong torso as my eyes follow up the left staircase. Such a beautiful, beautiful staircase. These couldn't be more perfect. His glance follows mine.

"Yes, I promise to fuck you on these staircases."

I chuckle. There is really not a minute when he doesn't think of sex. "Is that on mine or your bucket list?"

"Both." he says before kissing my cheek. "And now come, we have a lot more to look at. Including a gallery and glass facade that will take your breath away!" he laces his fingers with mine before pulling me through the foyer. I laugh and hear my laughter echoing in the structural work that's our future.

End of flashback

"Next time." he promises me, his breath being hot against my face. He kisses me quickly before holding on to me again as he continues walking up the stairs.

"You're enjoying having control of me." I breathe out my thoughts.

"Yes, because you have control of me." he admits, "Every day, minute and second you are on my mind. You have a kind of control over me that no one else ever will. I'll do anything for you to make you happy."

My eyes look at the white wall as he walks up the stairs. "We should turn one wall into a gallery wall with framed photos of our trips... and paintings. Maybe a Cézanne."

I feel a chuckle escaping his lungs as I lean against his torso again, "I am confessing my love and you are thinking about interior decorating..."

"I didn't get to cross off a point on my bucket list. I need distraction."

He shifts his weight, lifts me a bit further up and moves his right arm as I now sit on it. Only Troy Bolton can balance me on one arm. With his free hand, he brushes through my hair, "Distraction is my specialty."

I bite my lip as I feel my body reacting to his touch. "Walker faster please."

"I thought I was in control tonight."

"I am making suggestions."

Laughing, he shakes his head. "I think Sotheby's has a Cézanne in auction in about two weeks."

We reach the first floor. "I'll have a look at their website tomorrow." I let my fingers dance around on his muscular back as his feet walk us through the hallway.

"You're enjoying teasing me tonight, aren't you?"

I grin, "You enjoyed the eight-ball as much as I did."

"I think you need a little more practice, Mrs. Bolton."

"If we play by the same rules, we can practice as many times as you wish, Mr. Bolton."

I'm summing a melody as I walk through the hallway. I wrap the silk morning gown with laced edges around the black v-cut shirt that I stole from Troy's part of the closet. My eyes scan the naked light grey walls in our hallway. We should hang paintings and framed photos up here as well. Photos from our trip to France would look good. With my naked feet, I walk down the marbled staircase and let my hands glide over the black wrought iron railing. The smell of freshly brewed coffee fills my nostrils before my eyes see the kitchen island that's covered in fresh fruit, a bowl of yoghurt, orange juice and an empty cup that says Mrs. in black. Smiling, I take the cup before I fill it up with freshly brewed coffee. I look out of the window, seeing the bright sun shining above the Thames. It's a beautiful September morning. I pick up a fresh strawberry before eating it. Adaline's laughter fills my ears as I walk around the kitchen island. She's already in the living room. I walk through the dining room and stop in my movement as I watch Adaline walking with Troy's hands holding her hands up in the sky. Slowly, she lifts one foot after another, squeaking as she loses balance. Troy's hands catch her before lifting her up. He kisses her cheeks and she chuckles. Her bright blue orbs widen as she recognizes me. "Mommy," her voice is the best sound in the world.

I watch her father's head swinging around before a smile appears on his lips, "Good morning."

I walk over to them and kiss him softly before kissing my daughter's cheek. "You guys seem in a good mood."

"We've been having an amazing morning so far." he says as his eyes dance down my body, "But seeing you might be the best part yet."

"What time is it?" I place my cup on the coffee table.

"10:30."

I frown, "How come I slept until 10:30?!" I can't believe my own words.

"Well, Adaline was up at six and so happy to see me that we decided to talk a walk in Richmond Park this morning. She drank two whole bottles while we walked around. We saw the sun waking up the flowers and the ducks running around before heading to the Farmer's Market."

"You were at the Farmer's Market?" I ask surprised, "All alone by yourselves?"

"Yes. What, should it be hard or something completely unmanageable?"

"No, it's just... No, not at all." he's never been to the Farmer's Market with her alone before.

"Our daughter had them all under her spell within a blink of an eye." he smiles at her before his blue orbs find mine.

"I'm sure it was the combination of the breathtaking father with the breathtaking daughter." I smirk.

He rolls his eyes, "It was a very nice morning."

"It sounds like it."

"I washed some fruit for you and let it on the kitchen island." he nods behind me.

"I know. I saw it. I'm just not hungry..." I let my eyes dance down his body, "for food."

"Oh if that's the situation," he says, holding up Adaline before making her laugh by shaking her slightly, "you should fall asleep." She giggles and I doubt that she'll fall asleep in the next minutes. "Because mommy finally allowed daddy to..." he closes his mouth and licks his lips as he looks at me. "Fuck her properly again." he adds in a whisper tone to me.

I gasp, "I sure did, Daddy."

His glance holds mine for a second before he turns his attention towards our daughter again, "And this is why you should fall asleep as soon as possible." Adaline touches his nose and chuckles. He pulls her closer to him and she wraps her tiny arms around his neck.

"Do you want me to bring her to bed?" I ask him.

He shakes his head, "We're doing quite good here, thanks Mommy."

I smile as I watch them walking away from me.

"You should eat something. You'll need the energy." he promises me as I watch them walking up the marbled staircase.

I chuckle before I walk back to the kitchen. I get out a bowl and start filling it with fresh strawberries, raspberries, blackberries and grapes. I peel a banana and cut it quickly before throwing a bit of Greek yoghurt on top. I pass the dinning table and notice the New York Times. Grabbing it, I walk back into the living room and throw myself on the couch before starting to eat my breakfast. Local, fresh produce is the best! I look through the glass facade in our living room, seeing our garden with an infinity pool before the Thames appears. It's a beautiful sunny day, maybe one of last this year.

I flip through the newspaper, reading politics, economics and arts section. My eyes stop at the crossword puzzle before grabbing the pencil. Within minutes, I have filled out 2/3 of the puzzle. I put the pencil behind my ear, thinking of the empty boxes I couldn't fill in yet. Suddenly, I feel a burning sensation running through my body and I know he's staring at me. I look over my shoulder, spotting my husband leaning against the doorframe of the dinning room. His bright blue orbs are staring at me shamelessly, his lips form a smile I rarely catch him in and his cock is as always pulsing in his trousers. I feel my lungs losing air, my heartbeat increasing as my desire awakes for him so easily. "How long have you been staring at me?" I ask him with a smirk on my lips.

He walks over to me with long steps, his eyes focused on me. "I love you, Gabriella Maria Anne Bolton."

I feel my mouth drying as he reaches me. Without another word he kisses me. I expect his kiss to be passionately, but it's slow and full of love instead. As he lets go, I feel dizzy and drunken in love.

"If I wouldn't have already married you, I'd surely do it now."

I chuckle, "Because I look so sexy in one of your shirts? Or is it the pencil behind my ear? Or the yoghurt that's smeared all over my mouth?"

His thumb runs over my lips, "There's no yoghurt smeared all over your mouth." his fingers pull out the pencil behind my ear before placing it on the open newspaper. "That pencil behind your ear makes you look incredibly sexy because it highlights your brilliance." I gasp as his fingers open the laced morning gown, revealing more of his black shirt that I am wearing. He pulls it off my shoulders and through my arms, slowly undressing me with his intense glance. "And my shirt..." his eyes dance down my body, "There's no one who can pull it of the way you do." His fingers move beneath the shirt, creating goosebumps of lust on my skin. He pulls the shirt over my head, revealing my naked torso. I allow his eyes to dance down my upper body before I pull his shirt off of him as well. I let my fingers dance down his torso, feeling the muscles that sculpt his body. He pushes me down on the couch until I lay flat. His hands find my laced panties before pulling it off of my legs and feet. I kiss him, allowing our tongues to dance a slow waltz as I pull his trousers and boxers down his butt, revealing his huge pulsing cock. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me until I feel him right in front of my entrance. He lets go of my lips before softly pressing his forehead against mine, "I love you."

I feel him slowly entering me and I dig my nails into my back, "I love you, too." I breathe out, feeling him making his way into me, but most of all my heart.

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