Chapter 32
THIRTY-TWO
BOSTON
My house is modest at best, but it’s suited my needs well. It’s a small three-bedroom with a large yard that I take great pride in. I have plenty of money, but I never saw any need for a lavish, oversized home.
I hold the door open for Maven, and she pauses at the threshold, peering inside.
The entryway leads to a hallway, both with rich, dark-stained hardwood floors, and walls painted in a warm gray that complements the dark wood.
You can see into the dining area, which houses a modern dining table, upholstered chairs, and a small chandelier.
The furniture is plush and was chosen with intention.
I hired an interior designer to do it for me, gave her an endless budget, and warned her I wanted all the furniture to be comfortable.
If my ass is on it, I don’t want to have to leave it, and she did that perfectly.
Maven glances at me, her eyes wide. “It’s so…” She turns her attention back to the entryway. “Clean and—”
“You can add color if you must,” I tell her, and shut the door behind us.
“It’s actually quite beautiful and comforting,” she says, surprising me, considering we just came from her house, where color is splashed everywhere.
“Come, let me show you something.”
She nods and follows me. Pushing open a door, I turn to see her reaction as I flick on the light.
A bright overhead light illuminates the space, and her eyes go wide.
On every wall, I built bookcases, but they’re not for books.
No, they’re for her heels. In the middle of the room is a gray ottoman situated on top of a blue rug.
“Was it a library?” she whispers.
“Yes, but I added more shelves to accommodate your shoe collection that I know you can’t live without.” She beams up at me. I know her connection to her shoes and what they mean to her.
“Okay, you are so getting your cock sucked tonight.” She winks, and my cock twitches in my pants. She steps deeper into the room and runs a hand along one of the shelves. “You did all this in the last few days?”
“Yes. You said you needed more room for your heels. Well, now you have it. So no more excuses.”
“This marriage was meant to be just a business transaction, and yet…” She stops at the window. “What are we doing here, Zion?” She uses my first name. She rarely uses my first name.
“This isn’t fake for me, Maven. It’s real,” I confess.
She stares at me for a long moment, then opens her mouth like she’s going to say something but then closes it.
“I have cameras installed around the house. I’ll give you access to them,” I tell her. She nods and glances around the room again. “Let me show you the rest.”
After giving her a tour of the rest of the house, the last stop is our bedroom.
Entering the room ahead of her, I place her bag on the leather bench at the end of the bed.
The walls in here are a deep green, and the bedframe is made of wood, which matches well with the hardwood flooring and the dark green bedding that’s broken up with earth-toned throw pillows.
Above the bed is a gold-framed oil painting of the ocean during a storm.
My phone rings just as she walks in. She takes a moment to absorb everything before turning to me.
“I like it,” she says, smiling. I never thought I would enjoy something so much coming from her mouth. Usually, she has some smart-ass thing to say.
“Pass me your phone. I’ll install the camera system and add all the passwords to your Google Drive.” She does so without a second thought, and I download and install the apps on her phone.
“Do you plan to get that?” she asks as my phone continues to ring.
“No.”
“Boston.”
“Hmm?”
“You should look at me now.” I glance up from her phone to see her standing naked at the end of the bed. “Should we christen your bedroom?”
I drop the phone to the floor and reach for her. “Fuck yes. But it’s our room now,” I say.
“Good. Now, get undressed so I can thank you properly.” She doesn’t waste any time before she starts to undo my pants while I pull my shirt off.
My goddamn phone doesn’t stop ringing, and I know whose ringtone that is, and that I shouldn’t make him wait too long, but I can’t help it. Right now, all I can think about is fucking my wife.
She drops to her knees before my pants are even off and takes my cock in her mouth.
I think…
Fuck.
If this is what married life with her is like, then I wish I’d met her sooner.