Chris stood, stripping out of his dirty clothes faster than he thought possible. All the while, Valeria’s sexy laughter colored up the bathroom, fading once he stepped into that large bathtub, already reaching for her to get what they both wanted the most.
For the first time, he didn’t think about needing a condom to be with this woman. He didn’t care—he fucking wanted her. All of her, and to have her be his. To mingle with her in a way only he would for the rest of their lives.
Nothing was better than that.
As soon as he was sitting in the tub, Valeria climbed into his lap. Her hands found his semi-hard cock—a permanent state for him now whenever he was near her—to stroke him alive until his chest burned with every breath while her hips and ass did this slow, grinding dance, making the water slosh along the tub.
“Did you know,” she whispered to him, a sinful grin curving her sexy lips, “that I used to dance?”
Chris blinked. “What?”
Her body kept moving, a sensual beat that had his gaze following all her lines and curves as she moved to a beat he couldn’t hear, but swore he sensed it in his bones. Her hands jerking him off was enough to drive him insane, but the memorizing sway of her body had his attention split between the two things.
“What do you mean, dance?”
“Stripped,” she said simply, “for Haven’s club. I used to dance a lot when I first started, but then I moved into helping her more with the business, and only danced occasionally after. It was what taught me I could be sexy, and desired, but it was just a thing. You made it real for me ... tangible.”
“Fuck.”
He was still trying to picture the image of her dancing on a stage, a thrill shooting through him, but Valeria gave him a good, real life view right there in the large tub. She let him go, turning around in his lap so that her ass rested halfway above the water, her hands steady on the edge of the tub, keeping her up. She shook her ass beautifully, and there was something primal curling through him as he reached out to grab her while she danced for him, the sliver of her wet pussy peeking out from the water when she lifted high enough.
Her dancing turned into something more erotic—if that were possible—when his hand slipped between her thighs to rub against her pussy. Her hips ground into his palm and fingers. A tremor worked its way through her body because of it.
“Get off,” he murmured. “Get off for me and then let me fuck you.”
His words only urged her on to grind harder against his hand, letting him feel the pulsing of her pussy when her orgasm approached. Her soft, desperate cries climbed higher until shudders raced through her body all at once, and a gasp rushed from her.
Chris was already pulling Valeria back into his lap before she had even finished shaking from the force of her orgasm. He spread her thighs wide, tucking her back into his chest as he slid his cock into her flexing pussy.
Damn.
“So fucking tight,” he rumbled against her throat. “Got you milking me, Val, God.”
His hand slid along the side of her neck, tipping her head to the side to suck and bite at her racing pulse while she rode his cock like that. He was sure they were making a mess, the sounds of the sloshing water hitting the side of the tub mingling with their hard breaths and his groans.
This right here.
Always.
That’s what he wanted.
“Make me come again,” she whined, the demand clear even in her neediness. “Please, Chris ... please, I want to come.”
There was something about his name in her mouth.
It always fucking did it for him.
Jesus.
His arms locked around her like bars as her hips kept that fast tempo. Sliding a hand between her thighs, he worked her clit while she moved her body against him to get what she wanted. His fucking balls ached with a base need to just empty into her.
It was only when she was breathing his name like a prayer when she came again that he finally let go, holding her tight to his cock as he released deep inside her shuddering pussy.
“Holy fuck, I love you,” he mumbled against her damp skin.
Valeria’s breathless laugh filled him with satisfaction because that’s what it sounded like, too. “You better.”
He shifted her in the tub, allowing her to turn around and curl up into his lap as his raging heart settled.
Pleased there, Valeria’s breathing came out slow, and steady. His fingers traced lazy, wet circles across her shoulders, and down her back. Each swipe of his fingertips had her shivering and sighing. Minutes passed—too many to count. Long enough for the steam to leave the bathroom, and the hot water to turn only warm.
They were content to stay like that, together, still humming from sex, and almost ready to fall asleep, but a quiet call from outside the bathroom had Chris perking up. Little Maria’s cry for her mom came again, and Valeria stiffened before she pushed up from his arms.
“Stay in the bath, enjoy it,” she said, “she’s probably just scared because she woke up in a new place, and—”
Chris leaned in, quieting her words with a kiss. “I’ll come, too. You don’t have to do anything alone anymore. You know that, right?”
Valeria pulled him in for another burning kiss, whispering, “Yeah, I do.”
21.
Three months later ...
“Is it weird to have two homes?”
Valeria tipped her head sideways, careful not to interrupt the kind woman who was removing the curling rollers from her hair. “You’re asking me that?”
Haven’s brow dipped. “Well, yeah. Why not?”
“You, Haven.”
“What?”
“Doesn’t Andino have two vacation homes on the west coast?”
Soft laughter floated throughout the hotel room, reminding Valeria that they weren’t alone. It was easy to get lost in the pampering she was experiencing, considering it had started the moment she opened her eyes that day.
It was, after all, her wedding day.
“I think,” Ginevra said, the roundness of her twenty-week pregnancy swell coming into view of Valeria’s gaze as she stepped between the two women’s chairs, “what Val means, is that Andino still has the brownstone, doesn’t he? Oh, and the vacation homes. The mansion in the—”
“I don’t use those,” Haven said.
Ginevra winked at Valeria, and she grinned back. This was nice. The easy banter between friends, no topic off-limits, and no worries. She couldn’t remember a time in her life when she had more than one friend to count on, and now it felt like she had a small army around her at all times.
Between the people Haven brought into her life from the Marcello side of the things, and with Chris’s family ... Sure, her circle was still small in a lot of ways, but it was wider than it had ever been.
That’s what counted.
“And you actually live between your two homes,” Haven continued. “Weekends in New York, and the week in Toronto. I wondered if that gets tiring.”
The travel could be annoying.
Also, very much worth it.
“You let Maria choose, didn’t you?” Ginevra asked.
Valeria nodded. “I did. I knew she missed her school in New York, but she also liked Chris’s home in Toronto, and the private school she would attend there. As long as I promised she could visit Haven every weekend, she decided Toronto was where she wanted to stay.”