I reach for her waist and pull her closer. “Each one is special.”
“Duncan, our bouquet is good.”
“No.”
“No?”
“I want each experience to be special.”
“It is,” she says with a chaste kiss. “Now show me around. This place is huge. I can’t wait to see your pink room.”
“My pink room?” I ask, wondering what she means. “Is that like a red room toned down?”
Kimbra laughs as she tugs my hand toward the windows. “No. I can’t believe you even know about a red room.” Her head moves with each word. “That. Is. Not. What. I. Meant.”
“Okay, good to know. I mean, it doesn't have to be out of the question. It would take a few days to construct..." I pull my phone from my pocket. "...but don't underestimate my ability. Remember, I have Amazon Prime. First, we need to make a list: handcuffs, nipple clamps, one of those flip bars...”
She shakes her head and slaps my shoulder. “Stop. I don't even want to know how you know any of that. When you were in my childhood bedroom, you said you had a pink room with a canopy.”
“Oh,” I say with a laugh. “I did, but I don’t.”
“Is there anything else you’d like to confess?”
I shrug. “I’m not against the other option. I mean this app needs to be good for something.” I show her my screen. "They have a starter kit!"
Her head moves back and forth faster.
“Come on, I agree a starter kit may not be the way to go, but that shopping list was kind of hot. Admit it."
"No."
A laugh rumbles from my chest. "Fine. Come this way.” I lead her toward the windows, open the balcony door, and lead her outside.
“Duncan, this view is breathtaking.”
I pull her close and look down into her shining blue eyes as loose strands of her hair float around her face. City sounds combine with the music coming through the open door as a cool evening breeze surrounds us. Tucking an auburn strand behind her ear, I couldn't agree more. “Yes. It’s absolutely breathtaking. I’ve been breathless for nearly three years."
She cuddles toward my chest.
“Are you cold?” I wrap her in my arms and pull her against me. “We can go inside.”
“No.” Her voice is muffled against my shirt. “I don’t ever want to move.”
My cheeks rise at the perfect way she fits in my embrace. I kiss the top of her head. “I’d like that too. But I promised you a king-sized bed and something about coming...”
Her gaze glistens as she looks up. “I think you've accomplished that more than once.”
“If memory serves, not since last night. That's too long of a dry spell. I'll never manage that soreness we discussed with such a light schedule.”
“You have, but I like your persistence.”
I kiss her lips, softly at first, but as the city twinkles below and the faint stars shine above, it deepens. When we finally separate, she rests her head against my chest, sighs, and holds tightly to my waist. We stand unmoving for a few minutes as her body melts toward mine.
I kiss her hair again. “I have an idea.”
“You do? As long as it doesn't involve Amazon Prime, we're good.”
"You really need to give that idea more consideration. Our list could entail anything. They sell everything!"
Kimbra stifles a yawn as she shakes her head. "We can look...I mean, it isn't as though I don't have an electric toothbrush."
"You do?" I ask surprised.
"Enough. What's your idea?"
“We’ve both had a long day...” I reach for her hand and entwine our fingers. “Come this way.”
I lead her back into the penthouse, pointing out the obvious—kitchen, office, workout room, and library—until we reach the master bedroom. “And here it is.”
Kimbra runs the tips of her fingers over the beige comforter as she inspects the footboard. “Who does your laundry?”
“That’s a strange question.”
She nods as her smile grows. “Whoever they are, they seem to have faded your pink bedspread.” She looks toward the ceiling. "And someone stole your canopy."
“Yes, that’s what happened.”
She walks to the window. “Is this another balcony?”
“The same. They’re connected.”
“Duncan, this is lovely. It’s so big.”
I smirk.
Kimbra giggles. “This is where you say…'that’s what they all say.'”
“I would, but like I told you, I haven’t brought many women here.”
“This whole place…why? Why have so much space and not use it?”
I don’t answer; instead, I open the door to the walk-in closet. “I’ll get your suitcase in a minute and you can hang your dresses in here.” I then walk to the open door to the bathroom. “And here is where that toothbrush goes.”
“Really? I usually keep it in the bedside drawer.”
It's my turn to shake my head. She's so damn cute. And then I have the vision of her and her vibrator—otherwise known as her toothbrush. "Remember the striptease you did for me?"
"Yes."
"I think I'd enjoy watching you brush your teeth."
"There's a problem. I didn't bring it. Earlier today I was specifically told not to use it."
"Who would demand something so personal as poor oral hygiene?"
"I believe it was my—"
"Boyfriend. Say it, Kimbra. Say it aloud, not to your family, but here, to me. We left pretend and make-believe in Indiana. Say it so I know you believe this is real."
Her blue eyes scan my bedroom and then me. The silence grows. Just as I'm about to speak, she does.
"My boyfriend."
My grin quirks. "Who is that?"
"You."
I step toward her, making her take a step backward. We repeat the process until she's backed against the wall. "My name?"
"Duncan...Duncan Willis."
With her caged between my arms and my body pressed against hers, I use my most commanding tone. "All together, Miss Jones. The whole thing."
She swallows as her blue gaze locks on mine. "Duncan Willis is my boyfriend. I'm his girlfriend. And this is real."
Her reward is a lingering kiss. As her body melts against mine, I pull away, reach for the bathroom light switch, and press the button. “My idea was this…” I point toward the rarely used garden tub. When I turn back to Kimbra, her expression tells me she agrees.
“Oh, Duncan, that sounds heavenly.”
Fifteen minutes later, Kimbra settles her sexy round ass between my spread legs as the warm bubbly water laps over her breasts and she leans back against my chest.
“Ah…” she sighs.
Her hair is piled high on top of her head, and I can’t resist kissing her long, slender neck.
“Why do you have such a large apartment if you never share it?”
“I share it. My parents and brother come over. Mike, Kel, and the kids visit.”
She cranes her neck to look at me. “You have a brother?"