Chapter 23
Twenty-Three
Having sex on film is actually quite comfortable.
Once Lawson presses record, it’s like the cameras aren’t even there. At this point, we’ve made so many videos I keep joking that we could start one of those online accounts where people pay to watch you have sex.
Lawson doesn’t find that amusing… and I think he’s slightly concerned about how I don’t even sound like I’m joking when I suggest it.
And living together–albeit temporarily–is like a dream.
We’ve easily fallen into a routine that feels like we’ve already been doing it for years.
Lawson drops me off around the block before work, and I grab us coffee in the café, only to meet back up randomly in the elevator.
Then, once work is over, I walk home, where he’s already waiting for me, and we go back to his house.
In the week River is in Florida, we become experts at the three c’s—conversation, cooking, and coitus.
But the future still hangs over us like a heavy cloud, ready to burst and drench us with heartache the second we start poking at it.
Lawson is hell-bent on returning to New York. I don’t know if it’s because he still wants to avoid the possibility of something more serious happening between us or because he genuinely hates Chicago that much.
We’re just going through a honeymoon phase, right? Eventually, it will burn out. He’ll move on, and I’ll be left to wonder how I’ll ever find someone to share my life with who makes me feel the way he does.
“We have dinner plans Saturday night,” Lawson whispers into my ear, his minty pine scent surrounding me as we ride the elevator up to our floor Wednesday morning.
“Oh?” The doors open, and the rest of the people get off, leaving us alone for the remaining floors.
Lawson spins me by the waist, pressing me against the wall to kiss me fervently. His fingers dig into the plum-colored velvet of my dress at my waist, thumb caressing my cheek as he sensually assaults my lips in a way that won’t leave them swollen once we step off the elevator.
This doesn’t feel like a honeymoon phase. It doesn’t feel like we’ll burn out anytime soon. If anything, it feels like the longer we’re together, the hotter things become.
As he reluctantly pulls his soft lips from mine, he smiles. “I have a friend coming into town. And River will be over at his friend’s house, so I booked us a hotel.”
“A hotel?” My brows furrow. “Lawson, I live here. We don’t need a hotel.”
“And while I don’t mind spending time in your apartment, I’d like to treat you to a fancy weekend with room service, a spa day, and whatever else I might want to surprise you with.” His tone is devious, with a matching smirk that has my panties wet, and it’s not even noon.
“You spoil me,” I murmur against his lips as he steals one last kiss before the doors open.
An ominous chuckle follows me as we get off the elevator. “You have no idea just how spoiled you’ll be this weekend, rainbow. No idea.”
“Trust me, as much as I want to keep fucking you all day, you’re going to be late for your massage.” Lawson pulls me from our ridiculously comfortable king-sized bed as I pout.
“But, Daddy…” I whine teasingly, allowing him to pull me to the bathroom. “…you only got me off twice this morning. You promised me multiple orgasms.”
I love the way his eyes drop to my lips as I stick the bottom one out. I think Lawson is obsessed with my mouth, and for all the time we’ve spent having sex, I still haven’t given him a blow job.
Not for lack of trying on my part, but every time I initiate oral sex, he turns it back around and makes it all about me. It’s always all about me. It’s like Lawson’s personal mission is to bring me pleasure.
Maybe I should tell him it would please me to suck his dick. It’s such a nice one.
Lawson spanks me lightly before he starts the shower, testing the water before grabbing one of my hair clips from the bathroom vanity. “What do you call all the ones I gave you before I fucked you to sleep, rainbow?”
“True…” I shrug as he begins to gather my hair. Do I need a man to pull my hair up for me? No. Do I love it when Lawson does little things like this to pamper me? Absolutely. “We did have some pretty amazing sleep sex, too, I guess.”
He pulls me into the shower, holding me beneath the spray as he runs his soapy hands everywhere along my body. “And don’t forget the training. God, we are going to enjoy that later,” he hums the last part more to himself than to me as he kneels and pays extra attention to my behind.
Ah, the training . I never thought I’d hear the expression anal training . But Lawson wants to make all my fantasies come true, so the last few days have been full of gentle fingers, small toys, and lots and lots of lube.
I’m fairly certain he’s going to fuck me in the ass with a dildo while taking my pussy with his cock this weekend.
Just the thought of it sends a shiver through my body that makes my nipples hard.
I like the feeling of it, of something penetrating back there while Lawson pays extra attention to other parts of me.
And every step of the way, he’s made me feel relaxed and not at all embarrassed.
Lawson’s a caretaker, and I love that about him.
In fact, I’m afraid I’m beginning to just simply love him .
That realization is scary. After he stands and wraps his arms around me, we stare at each other in silence while I play with the hair at the nape of his neck. The words hit me like a freight train.
I love you.
I want to tell him so badly, but I’m afraid this isn’t as serious for him.
Ever since he gave in to this attraction between us, it’s been easy and comfortable.
But his off-hand comments about leaving after a year fill me with the sense that he’ll have no problem walking away from us.
There’s been no mention of me going with him, of having a life together outside the confines of my apartment or his home when River isn’t there.
He’s still married, for Christ’s sake.
The reminder is sobering.
“I’m going to be late,” I whisper into the space between us.
Lawson shuts the shower off. “I have something I want you to wear while you’re down there.”
“Wear? I’m getting a massage. You’re supposed to be naked.” I laugh as he pulls me out and towels me off.
“You will be.” He disappears into the bedroom while I grab a fluffy white robe from the closet. Before I can pull it on, though, Lawson reappears, holding a small white box with a matching ribbon.
“What’s this?” I take it and appraise his fiendish smile.
“Open it,” he prods, leaning a hip against the counter as he crosses his corded arms over his ridiculously fit chest.
My cheeks heat to a blazing inferno as I do as he says, opening the lid to reveal a shiny steel butt plug gleaming with all the different colors of the rainbow.
“You want me to… wear this?” My question is more of a squeak.
“All day. You’ll be a good girl and keep it in until I remove it later.
” His voice is so damn husky that I’m instantly wet between my thighs.
Lawson reaches for me, taking the box and turning us so I’m facing the mirror with him at my back.
“Tell me you’re going to be a good girl and keep it in, rainbow. ”
I can’t answer as I watch his reflection. The words dry up in my throat every time I try to speak. Lawson removes the plug from the box and hands me a bottle of lube, locking eyes with me in the mirror as he sucks his fingers before probing my back entrance. My lashes flutter at the intrusion.
“Tell me, Lucy.” He leans forward, kissing the side of my neck before holding the plug in front of my face.
In answer, I open the lube and pour the jelly onto the toy.
Once it’s fully covered, he gently inserts it, spreading me so fucking slowly—he’s always so careful with me.
My clit pulses with need and the desire to be touched is a hot and heavy thing.
The plug is bigger than two of his fingers, making it the largest size we’ve experimented with so far.
“I’ll be a good girl,” I whine as he draws lazy circles around my clit.
“That’s right. You’ll be such a good girl for me, won’t you?” His thumb replaces his fingers as he slides two of them into my pussy. The sensation lights my body up like I’ve been shocked, and it takes less than a minute before I’m coming on his hand.
When we lock eyes in the mirror again, he looks so proud of himself that I smile.
“That’s my girl.” He kisses my temple as he slaps my ass, causing a sensation I’ve never felt before to ripple through my body.
Well… that’s different.
“Fuck me,” Lawson groans as I step out of the closet. “Where have you been hiding that dress?”
I look down at the forest green thirty’s-style fishtail dress and shrug. “I forgot I had it.”
There hasn’t been a chance for me to wear it out since I bought it, but the ruching and the light, fluttery sleeves are flattering for my body shape, and while I was rummaging through my closet for something that would make a good impression on Lawson’s friend, I came across it and knew it was perfect.
Besides Jules—who I now know is his best friend and am only slightly bothered by the fact that they’ve slept together—Lawson hasn’t introduced me to any of his other friends.
For him, tonight may mean nothing but dinner and drinks with a colleague, but to me, it’s a huge step I’m not sure he even realizes he’s taking.
“Well, you look positively edible.” He kisses me, and though it’s chaste compared to our usual lip-locks, it’s still full of a possessiveness I’m obsessed with.
“You look good, too,” I offer lamely. I’m not as good with the sinful compliments as Lawson is. “You still haven’t told me who we’re meeting.”
The vulpine smile he gives me hides a multitude of secrets that send a flutter of nervous hummingbirds to take flight in my stomach.
When he doesn’t answer me, I narrow my eyes. “Lawson, who are we meeting? ”