Adrien let himself into Mari's house through the garage, and as quickly as he could, shed his suit coat and shoes at the door.

"Marinette!" he called, as he started searching through all the rooms on the main floor for her.

God, she had gotten him so worked up with those photos! The little tease. He had been in the middle of a sit down with his father, when Natalie had come in to show him something important. So he had taken the time to investigate the vibrating coming from his pocket.

Long story short, he had to sit cross legged the rest of the meeting, because wouldn't you know it, the conference table in his father's office was made of see through glass!

He took the stairs two at a time as he called her name again.

As he reached the top, she was exiting a spare room, closing the door behind her.

Still wearing absolutely nothing but that devilish smile.

Adrien couldn't wait. As soon as she stood in front of him and wrapped her arms around his neck, he hoisted her up by her thighs so she had to wrap her legs around his waist. And God how it turned him on so much to feel the heat from between her legs through his slacks. This woman was going to be the death of him!

She could make him hard with just a look, or a stroke of her hand up her belly.

He just always fucking wanted her!

Even five minutes after having had her!

He was almost certain she was going to kill him someday. Just ride his cock so often and so get him so fucking turned on, that his heart would literally give out from his blood being directed to his dick so often.

He tried to make it up the stairs to her- their room. But he didn't even make it to the base of the stairs before he pushed her up against the wall and devoured her mouth with his.

She ran her hands through his hair and tugged, making him groan. He loved it when she did that. Especially when he was between her legs, and was teasing her clit with his tongue. His Mari would get so impatient, and grab onto his hair and pull him in, not giving him a choice but to lick her good and hard.

But he couldn't think about that now. Stick to in the moment. He didn't have time for sex dreaming. He had to put her down so he could undo his pants, but he was loathe to let her go.

Instead, he had a genious idea. He hitched her a little higher on his chest so he could reach his buckle without seperating her glorious body from his. And since it was presented so nicely, he rolled one of her nipples around in his mouth, before sucking on it hard.

"Fuck yes! Suck it hard!"

He felt his cock jerk in his pants. He loved it when she talked dirty to him.

Finally getting his zipper down, he quickly freed his hardness from his underwear and pants and pushed them out of the way, before sliding Mari's body down his chest, cennecting her wetness with his hardness. Then they both moaned as he sank all the way into her.

And it was like coming home.

"Fuck Mari, your so wet for me." he cried as he pumped inside her slowly.

"I said I'd prime the pump," she gasped in between his thrusts, pushing on his back with her legs to try and get him to move faster.

"One of these days, well make it upstairs when I come here on my lunch break," he panted and he angled his body to lean her more against the wall so he could thrust harder and deeper.

Already he could feel her legs tensing around his waist, and he knew she was almost there. Heat pooled in his groin, and his spine tingled in anticipation of his own imminent release.

"All I could think about - this morning- was you between my legs, your tongue deep inside me," Mari gasped for breath right at his ear. "But this is - pretty good too." she finished with a smirk.

"Now you tell me" he grunts, burying his face between her neck and shoulder "sorry to-" but he can't finish his sentence, as he lost his breath and came unexpectedly when her own orgasm made her body shake, and she tightened and convulsed around his cock.

"You didn't." she answered his unfinished statement.

It's like she can read his mind.

They both try to even out their breathing. When he's sure his legs will hold them up, he turns with her still wrapped around him, and staggers his way over the the couch in the sitting area, some 10 feet away. And unceremoniously drops down onto it, an armful of woman still on his lap.

"I missed you this morning." she whispered into his shoulder, while wrapping her arms around his chest.

A smile spread across his face, and he kissed the top of her head softly. "I missed being here." he answered truthfully.

His arms tightened around her back, keeping her pressed tightly to him. He was in trouble. Like, deep shit.

How was he ever going to tell her that he broke the rules, and had fallen in love with her?!

...

Adrien gazed up at the shadows playing across the ceiling as the sun started to set. One arm was lazily wrapped around a naked Marinette, making soft, slow strokes up and down her back with his hand. One of her hands unconsciously smoothed up and down his naked chest. Her eyes were closed, but the corner of her mouth was tipped up in a small smile.

He couldn't get enough of moments like this. Sex with Mari was fantastic! But he also craved the small casual things. Like lying in bed naked, cuddling. No words needed to be exchanged. It was just comfortable.

Did she know he had crossed that chasm from desire into love? He hadnt said anything, but she had to know, when one was termed a mistress, it was generally just a fancied up rich term for fuck buddies. Granted, they were exclusive. He had made sure of that when he couldn't rid his mind of the way her mouth moved when she had sipped that champagne. Or the way she made his whole body hyper aware of her hand gliding up his arm. How smooth her skin had felt when he had touched her arm.

Then came the mad scramble for everything to be perfect, so that she had absolutely no reason to say no to him. Because that was a fear he had definately had! Her saying no. So he had made sure to sweeten the pot. ALOT!

He had been ecstatic when she accepted! He hadnt been sure how long it would last for, but he had hoped at least longer than a year. Why else would he have gone through all the trouble of actually buying a fucking house?!

Which he sometimes still had a hard time wrapping his head around. He still lived with his father, after all. Gabriel had demanded it. Secretly, Adrien was sure the cavernous house would be too empty if he left, and his father dreaded that. Or maybe it was just one more thing he could control his son about. Either way, he had chosen to live at home. Had only bought a house when he wanted the blue haired nymph at his side. And it felt more like home than his father's mansion ever had, in all his 27 years.

He had given Mari an extremely generous decorating budget for this house, and she had used it well. Little homey touches here and there, that made all the difference between his fathers estate and this house.

Brightly colored throws were everywhere. On the backs of couches, and in little baskets for if you ever got cold watching tv. Which the 2 of them definately took advantage of! Throw pillows of all patterns adorned every seating surface. The lounge chairs on her deck, the chaise and chairs in her room, the couch and chairs in the second floor sitting room, the living room on the main floor. And none of them matched. You'd see vibrant tiger lilies, next to blowing cherry blossoms, floating lily pads, or a flowering rose. The same tree that seemed to be the 4 seasons on 4 different pillows, werent even all in the same rooms. A flock of butterflies, the sun setting on the Eiffel Tower, a calm clear lake, and tiny ladybugs.

He had been flabbergasted. His father's home was so cold and clinical. And Marinette had seemed so poised, sophisticated, and worldly. He would have never guessed she was so homey.

Generic artwork had started to fill the walls. Generic, but no less fitting. Kittens romping in a field of flowers, a close up of a dahlia, split into 3 huge canvases, and what looked like a blurred photo of twinkle lights criss crossed all over the place. And they kept popping up in the house. Perhaps she knew the artist or something.

Which also seemed odd. He had provided a large decorating account, and she hadn't even used half of it. Perhaps she was more worldly than he thought, just not in the WAY he thought. His father was all about the best money could buy. Perhaps Marinette was more street vendor and small shop.

And then there was the charge accounts at the boutiques. He had given he free rein. Had entirely expected her to run up huge tabs. Had prepared for it! But his monthly bills lately, between all the stores, barely reached the cost of one Gabriel suit jacket. Yet Marinette always had new, gorgeous items every few days that he saw her. And her closet was always acquiring more items. His closet, the smaller of the 2, looked fairly desolate when compared to hers.

Admittedly, he only left maybe 40 items here in total. A half a dozen suits, and just as many jeans and Tshirts. A couple sweaters, and of course, socks and underwear. Mari had moved in with maybe twice as much as he had.

A perplexity to ponder on at a later date, he supposed. He still had that home account, if she ever wanted it. It's not like the money was doing anything else but sitting in his own account. And the boutiques were there.

They never ventured outside the yard together, but perhaps, it was time to start. His father hadn't made noises about his dating some advantageous woman in several months now. Maybe he could venture around with Marinette, and his father would be accepting?

He really wanted to be able to take her out. A nice restaurant. A walk in the botanical garden. Visit the Eiffel Tower and pretend they were tourists.

Her delicate hand traced his forehead, pulling him from his scattered thoughts.

"Why the frown?"

Her face was tipped up to him, and her eyes seemed so vibrantly blue in the light of the setting sun.

The hand stroking her back suddenly pulled her close, and his free hand slid behind her neck, pulling her up for a quick kiss on the lips.

" Nothing for you to worry about, my lady," he murmured softly against her lips.

He felt her smile more than saw it.

"Still having trouble tracking down your elusive rival company head?"

With a sigh, he dropped his head back onto the pillow, but didn't losen his arms from around her. I guess it was as good of an excuse as any! Better than telling her he had been thinking about her.

"Yeah." he gave an exaggerated eyeroll, and delighted in her quite giggle.

"You'll find them. I have confidence in your ability."

"Well, your the only one then. My father certainly doesn't think I will." she giggled again, and hugged him tight for a few seconds, before slacking off.

Too soon, to his mind. But they'd get there. Hopefully.

...

Marinette parked her little red SUV outside Gabriel's flagship boutique. Grabbing her clutch, she slipped it under her arm as she slid out, closing the door behind her.

Last week, Adrien had been making some noises about how the last few months, she hadn't really been out. And had been a bit confused when all of her purchases hadn't even hit 1000 euros. So, here she was, trying to please him by going shopping.

Oh, how her life had turned around! 14 years old, and her current foster mother telling her not to grow anymore, or rip anymore pants, because she wouldn't be replacing them. To 25 year old Mari, going shopping when a man complains she wasn't spending his money.

Woe is me.

She giggled at the thought.

She didn't really need anything, but whatever. Adrien wanted her to shop, so she was going to shop! She had been avoiding the Gabriel store in particular thus far. How would it look if some random woman was using his charge account?!

So with a sigh, she glanced around nervously, smoothing down the imaginary wrinkles on her white cherry blossom print summer dress. She examined the flawless red polish on her toes - that she had just applied last night- through her wedge sandals, before making her way inside. And almost stumbled as the door handle she had been about to push open, suddenly jerked out of her hand and pulled her with it.

"Oof,"

"Marinette?"

Jerking her head up, Marinettes bluebell eyes made contact with Luka's aqua blue ones.

"Oh my gosh! Luka!" she gushed, and didn't protest when he swept her into a tight hug.

Pulling back, Marinette smiled broadly up at Luka's familiar face.

"How have you been? It's been ages since I've seen you!" pulling back, Mari smoothed her dress down, and picked up her fallen clutch.

"Yeah, it has been awhile. Ever since Tikki had to cancelled your whole day. And then you never returned." he finished off with a frown.

Noticing the hurt in his eyes, she plastered on an apologetic smile, and lightly touched his arm.

"I'm so sorry Luka. I left the agency that day. And I should have said something to you. It was just so sudden! I didn't have alot of time to plan. And I only ever saw you through Tikki. I didn't have any other number to reach you at."

Slowly, he nodded his head, and then pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket.

"Put your number in mine. And then call it, so you have mine. "

With a smile fixed in place, Marinette entered her number in his phone, and then hit the call button. As soon as her clutch started to jingle, she hung up and handed it back.

His was the first non essential number she had in her phone. Well, the first male other than Adrien she had in her phone. And she really didn't want to hide her phone from Adrien. So hopefully this didn't backfire on her.

She'd just have to explain. And hope he understood.

"It was so great to see you again Luka, we'll have to catch up. But right now, I really must go." she graced him with her most genuine smile.

As he took her hand in his, she glanced down, wide eyed at it for a moment, before glancing back up into his eyes.

" Yes, we will. Are you working here or something? You seem in a hurry. I didnt mean to keep you. I'm a bit surprised you'd come here after Tikki's."

Blushing, Mari shook her head no. "Not working here. Just regular shopping. But I have somewhere to be later, so not alot of time to be in here." she explained, with a nod into the store behind him.

"Gotcha." he murmured.

Their awkward silence was broken by a store clerk running up to them.

"I am so sorry Miss Fu! I saw you stumble from the back of the shop and just wanted to make sure you were alright!" she gushed profusely.

"Oh, no no, i am absolutely fine! I'm just so clumsy sometimes." She brought a hand up to fiddle with the strap of her dress nervously.

She really hoped Luka didn't draw any weird conclusions from this. She could just imagine what may be running through his head!

"Oh good, good! I'm so pleased! Come in, come in, Monsieur Agreste told us to expect you!" Oblivious to the blush forming on her cheeks, the sales clerk prattled on.

"Have a wonderful day, Luka," she spoke softly, before patting his arm one last time, and allowing the clerk to lead her inside.