Chapter 5
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By the time we left the arboretum, Talia was relaxed and seemed to have forgotten this relationship was supposed to be fake. I was even more obsessed with her than I had been when we met. She was so damn gorgeous, funny, sweet—and I’d definitely seen some sass, which had made my dick hard as fuck.
Our conversation about how she wanted a big family didn’t help that situation any. I pictured her with a big, round belly—knowing the kid inside was mine…and imagined how I’d knocked her up. There was no relief from the throbbing of my cock after that.
I probably should have asked if she wanted to go to my place, but I didn’t want to take the chance of her saying no. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye, so I just drove straight to my house, and when I pulled into the driveway, she looked at me with confusion.
“Where are we?”
“My house, baby. I thought we could have dessert and watch a movie.”
She lit up, but her smile was shy as she nodded. “Sure, that sounds great.”
Pressing the button on my steering wheel, I watched silently as one of the four garage doors lifted, then drove in and parked.
As the door slid back down into place, I felt a little thrill of triumph.
Finally, she was here, in my space, in our home.
Son of a bitch. That did not help the situation in my pants.
I took a deep, calming breath as I shut off the engine and exited the car.
When I opened her door, she was looking up at me with a mixture of hesitation and excitement.
Holding out my hand, I waited for her to make the final decision.
If she asked me to take her home now, I would.
But if she reached for me, all bets were off.
I didn’t care how fast it was, I needed to be buried inside her pussy more than I needed to breathe.
Talia placed her palm in mine and sealed her fate. I smiled, and she returned it as she swung her legs out and let me pull her onto her feet. She glanced around, then her blue orbs twinkled when they landed back on my face. “This is pretty nice.”
I laughed. “Pretty nice, huh? I guess it's a good thing that the rest of the house is even better.” If she didn’t like it, I’d sell the place and buy her dream home.
“We’ll see,” she teased, making me chuckle again.
I tugged on her hand to get her moving, then let go to place my palm on the small of her back as I guided her into the house.
We entered into a mudroom that had oak built-ins on both walls, each divided by a bench in the middle that lifted to reveal a storage space.
One side had hooks for hanging coats and stuff, and the other had shelves for shoes and anything else that needed stored in there.
The room emptied out into the kitchen, and when Talia stepped into the space, she stopped in her tracks and gasped. “Holy cow. This…this kitchen is...”
I frowned as I glanced around the large room with cream cabinets, quartz countertops, state-of-the-art appliances in a matching cream, antique bronze finishes, and a white hardwood floor. “You don’t like it?”
“Are you kidding?” she breathed as she turned in a full circle. “It’s the most beautiful kitchen I’ve ever seen.”
My shoulders relaxed. “I’m glad.”
“It’s perfect for a big family, isn’t it? I can just imagine baking cookies with…um…” She trailed off and peeked up at me through her lashes, blushing a rosy pink.
I wanted to kiss her, but I knew that if I did, I wouldn’t be able to stop.
I was going to give her exactly what she wanted someday.
She didn’t know it, but this kitchen was already hers.
We just needed to get a ring on her finger and to work on that baby we both wanted.
I had no idea how much until I saw her in our home.
“You’re right,” I agreed softly, staring into her blue pools. “It’s perfect.”
We stood there for what felt like an hour but was probably only a minute. Then she cleared her throat and swallowed hard before turning away.
“Do you want a tour of the rest of the house?”
She perked up and beamed at me over her shoulder. “Absolutely.”
I showed her the main floor with an eat-in nook, a formal dining room, a large great room with cathedral ceilings, a media room, a half bath, and two bedrooms with en suite baths.
Then we went out to the patio where I had a perfect setup for barbecues and pool parties.
The heated pool had a wrought-iron fence around it, the bars close enough that no one could fit through but large enough that it didn’t feel closed off from the rest of the yard.
There was a comfy seating area and fireplace, as well as an outdoor kitchen with a large grill.
The basement was where I’d set up my home gym and a recreation area with a bar, pool table, ping pong table, etc.
After that, we went up to the second floor where the master suite was located, taking up most of one side, and the four other bedrooms, two with their own baths, and two that were joined by a Jack and Jill.
I couldn’t help pointing out that the bedroom closest to the master would make a perfect nursery, which had made Talia a little dreamy-eyed.
Soon, baby.
I saved the third floor until last, so we didn’t end the tour in the primary bedroom. If we did, I would’ve tossed her on the bed and fucked her until she screamed my name.
“There’s only one room on the third floor,” I told her as we ascended the stairs. “It's one of my favorites in the house. If there had been more than a half bath, I’d have been tempted to make it the primary. However, I think it’ll be even more perfect for something else.”
At the top of the stairs was an arched opening rather than a door leading into a room that spanned most of the house’s footprint.
The ceiling was high in the center, then angled down the side, and had dormer windows along both walls.
I pointed at four alcoves and said, “Those are the perfect fit for a set of bunk beds.”
Talia looked up at me in surprise, and I shrugged.
“The previous owner had a set in two of them. And over there”—I pointed at a set of double doors—“is a closet with shelves that holds a lot of toys. There’s also a projector built into one of the walls and a large screen that comes down across from it. ”
She raised an eyebrow, and I laughed. “If you haven’t figured it out yet, this space was constructed as a playroom. And a place for kids to have parties and sleepovers.”
Talia’s expression turned soft and her lips parted as her eyes scanned the room with a new perspective. “This would be a child's dream room.”
I nodded, and my mouth hooked up on one side. “A parent’s dream room too, when mom and dad need some alone time.”
She tossed her head back, and her musical laughter caused another tightening in my chest. The sound was so open and joyous that I vowed to hear it every day for the rest of my life.
“It’s amazing,” Talia said sweetly. “The whole house is incredible.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
She gazed at the space for another minute, then pivoted to face me and smiled. “You said something about dessert?”
Chuckling, I gestured for her to leave the room before me, mostly so I could watch her sexy ass sway as she moved. “I have ice cream and fresh fruit.” I mentally grimaced at my sad sweet selection, but I ate very healthy during the season—off season too but I wasn’t as strict.
“That’s perfect,” she said, flashing a bright smile at me over her shoulder. “I didn’t forget that you mentioned you watch what you eat carefully during the season.”
Could she be any more fucking perfect? I loved that she understood and didn't criticize me for not having an expensive spread of food I wouldn’t eat just because I had a lot of zeros in my bank account.
I scooped some vanilla ice cream while she cut some berries to put on top.
Then we took our bowls into the media room and sat on one of the overstuffed couches on the first platform.
There were also recliners, but she didn’t hesitate to sit near me.
A good thing, because if she'd tried to sit somewhere else, I would have grabbed her and deposited her on the couch.
She picked out a comedy from my streaming service, and we ate while we laughed at the antics of the couple in the movie.
When we finished our dessert, I took the dishes back to the kitchen, but before returning to my seat, I detoured to grab a large, warm blanket from a cabinet in the back of the room.
Talia had looked a little cold after eating her frozen treat.
I spread it over her, and she looked up at me with a sweet smile. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I murmured as I sat down again. She was on the cushion beside me, but far enough away that we weren’t touching. “Here,” I grunted as I curled my arms around her, hauling her over until she was plastered to my side. “You’ll be warmer. Body heat,” I explained lamely.
She didn’t say anything but snuggled in a little closer, and tension seeped from my muscles. But other parts of me were already alert, and when she shifted, laying her head on my shoulder and pressing her tits into my arm, my dick became rock hard.
I tried to concentrate on the movie, but every time she laughed, every time she moved, fuck, every damn breath pushed me closer and closer to my limit.
When the credits finally rolled, I heaved a mental sigh of relief. As much as I enjoyed cuddling with her, I needed space, or I was going to lose my fucking mind.
I told myself to pull away, to move her over, to get up….anything. But when she raised her head and her blue eyes peered up at me, glazed with desire, every thought drained from my mind, and I acted on pure instinct.
“Fuck it,” I groaned right before I crashed my mouth down onto hers.