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I lifted my head and looked down at him. He gave me that sexy smile of his and cupped my breasts. My hips started moving with him on their own, as if my body knew more of what I wanted and needed then my mind did. I felt as if our souls were talking to each other at that moment.

“Yes. Yes. Like that,” Dax encouraged as I moved over him.

“I have wanted you here for weeks, now that I have you here, I never want to let you go.” He kissed my nipples, bringing them to rock-hard peaks and then moved to my neck. I glided faster over him and felt him getting bigger and deeper inside me. I bit my tongue and savored the feeling of what we were.

Dax glided his hand between us and to my clit, he gave it the slightest bit of pressure as I rocked over him. It reminded me of when we had been horseback riding and it only turned me on more. I looked at Dax and the wicked smile on his face told me he was thinking the same thing.

“Take me, I’m yours,” he said.

Having him repeat my words was so special. I felt as if he was saying so much more in those words. He was telling me, he was mine, in mind, body, and soul. I moved over him even faster. As our eyes locked, I brought my mouth to him and kissed him as I felt him tightened under me. He cried out into my mouth as he went over. At the feeling of this man, this incredible man that I had fallen completely and totally in love with went over, I did as well.

Chapter 36

Dax

“I didn’t take you as a guy who would cook,” Ella said to me.

We were in my kitchen and she was sitting on a bar stool while I stood in front of the stove. After we had gotten dressed and left my office, we had walked hand in hand to my waiting car and to my apartment. We got some curious looks and knowing smiles as we left together. I hadn’t thought about making it official that I was with Ella but I wasn’t going to hide it either.

She took it all in stride, she stopped briefly to talk to the security guards, asking after Tom’s daughter’s soccer game. It was nice to see her so friendly with the rest of the staff and it was evident that they liked her.

I had never thought my apartment was much, it wasn’t nearly as large as my father’s brownstone or my sister’s penthouse but seeing it through Ella’s eyes made me see it differently. It was a three bedroom, two bath apartment that took up half of the twelfth floor. The kitchen and living room had panoramic views of Central Park. I had picked the place as much because of the view and spacious balcony allowing me to see the reservoir and the surrounding area.

Ella had slowly taken in the marble countertop, the Dutch oven, the two sinks and wine fridge in the kitchen before wandering into the living room and the view. I had wanted to show her my bedroom and the large tub. I hoped to use it in the same way we had the tub in Buenos Aires but I needed to feed her first.

She had asked me what I wanted to order for dinner or what was good in the area when I had walked into the kitchen and pulled out a pair of steaks. I asked her to take out a Chardonnay I had chilling in the wine fridge and open it for us. I preferred a fuller red with a steak but she preferred a white wine. She had obliged and was sitting sipping on it while I grilled up the steaks.

“My father insisted on teaching me when I was younger. My sister and I would take turns cooking at least once if not twice a week when we were in junior high and high school. Ana was a bit more adventurous with her meals. She liked to mix the strangest meats together in a casserole. Some were good but most weren’t. On the upside there was always the possibility that we would have pizza on the nights she cooked.”

“What about you? What did you like to cook?” Ella asked.

I turned over the steaks and checked on the baked potatoes. Taking my wine, I leaned back on the counter and said, “I went with the basics, steak, chicken, pasta, sandwiches. I was more into anything that didn’t have a lot of ingredients or didn’t take too long to make.”

“You don’t strike me as a man who is lazy or would cut corners.”

“No, it was hard to come home, make dinner, and do my homework after cross country practice. I wanted to find something that was quick and easy to make and allowed me to either do my homework while I was cooking or be done so I could get to it.”

“Now that makes more sense. I see that the fun of cooking stuck with you?”

I flipped the steaks one more time and took the baked potatoes out. I took the vegetables off the grill and the steaks and put them all on our plates. Ella walked over to the kitchen table with our wine glasses and the bottle before coming back for the salad. As I put the dishes down, she was mixing the salad one more time and put some on my plate.

It was a little thing but it was great to see us in sync together. It made it easy for me to see what it would be like if we were to do this every night. We got each other, we understood what the other needed. It had begun at work, it had moved seamlessly when we were in bed together, and now when we were cooking a meal. She was everything I could ever want in a partner and a wife.

“There are so many meals that I have out. A lot of my contracts and deals happen when I am at a restaurant. It’s hard to get excited about having a meal out when I do it all the time. Sometimes it’s nice to just be home and enjoy the quiet of the kitchen and the chance to have something normal, or even boring.”

“You’ve never seemed boring to me.” Ella took a bit of the steak and nodded her approval. “This is really good.”

“Thank you, though considering my past and my reputation, that might not be a compliment. Getting back into cooking, into being home for an evening was something I recently started doing. It was until I did that I realized how much I liked it.”

“Are you worried you’re going to have to change too much of who you are in order to be CEO?”

It was a loaded question and one I wasn’t surprised that Ella would ask. She knew all about what the board was looking for with me, what I needed to prove to them, and how much I had accomplished.

“When I was a kid, I used to love to swing on the swings. There was a playground in Central Park that I would go to and I hounded my father or my nannies to take me there all the time. I thought there was nothing better than feeling the wind in my hair as I went up and down on the swing.

“I thought I would always enjoy that feeling but when I was about sixteen, I was dating a girl and we decided to go on some swings. I hated it, it wasn’t at all like I remembered it, and almost made me nauseous. I’ve never been on one since.”

“Okay, what does that have to do with you being CEO?” Ella asked and took a bit of her steak.

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