Page 361 of Savage Bosses

“Thank you. I designed majority of it, but I did have some help from my mom.”

“Humph.”

I took a quick glance at Porsha before entering the gate. I knew my mom was a sore spot for her but, regardless to how she felt, she was still my mom.

We drove through the winding driveway to the garage. Porsha was still amazed by the outside, so I could imagine how she’d be once we got inside.

“You ready?”

“Ready as I ever be.”

We got out, and Porsha waited for me to open the door. We walked inside, as Porsha gave a wide smile.

“I never knew for you to have such good taste.”

“You did had a hand in my décor style.”

Porsha looked puzzled, as I led her into the living room. She looked around at the beige and white furniture, beige walls and a splash of brown as she nodded her head in approval.

“Okay, I see you. This is breathtaking, Remy.”

“As you can see, you were still in my thoughts.”

Porsha smiled. “I appreciate that. I honestly didn’t think that you would after everything that has happened.”

“I shouldn’t, but I do.”

We walked over to the dining room, as Porsha stared at the same neutral colors. She shook her head, not believing that I’d used her favorite colors to decorate my place.

“Would you like anything to drink?”

Porsha shook her head. “No.”

“What do you want?”

“You.”

I smiled as I put my hands on her waist. “I’m going to ask again: Are you sure?”

“I’m very sure.”

I took her hand as I led her upstairs. We walked past several rooms when I stopped at mine. I opened the door and spun Porsha around to face me. “You know how much I’d imagined us like this again.”

“I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”

“Of course, too many times. You see how much I’ve missed you.” Porsha stared down to see how excited I was getting. I led her hand to my chest, letting it slide down to my stomach. It went lower as it directly landed at the place I wanted her to feel. “See.”

Porsha grinned as she began touching me through my slacks. She went to my belt, pushing the buckle to the side as she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. She got better access to me as she continued stroking me.

“I really miss touching you,” she whispered.

I pushed her hand away and pulled her close to me. I bent down and gave her a sensual kiss. I undone her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She smiled as she watched me look at her in amazement.

“Like what you see?”

I didn’t even answer as I turned her around. I had her face the mirror in front of us while my hands touched her beautiful brown skin. She held her head back on my chest, as I felt on her butterly mounds, squeezing them as she softly moaned.

“Like that, don’t you?”

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