Page 107 of Chosen Road

Therefore, moving day promised to be more fun than I had at first anticipated. Having taken the day off, we packed everything up in boxes that I’d transport back to the house the following day.

“There’s not much left,” I commented as I looked around the condo. She rented it fully furnished and added little other than sheets and towels and personal items. Alex’s games room housed the only bulky items and a couple of the guys from Boxxx I met through Zale volunteered to bring their trucks to move them.

She smiled. “No. It reminds me of the first time you moved me in with you.”

“Yes, well, let’s make this the last time,” I said drily.

She went up on her tiptoes and pressed her mouth to mine. “Agreed.” Sticking close, she murmured against my lips, “Want to make use of the bedroom before we pack it up?”

I wrapped my arms around her and gathered her up against my chest, staring into her whiskey-colored eyes. God, I loved her. I gently kissed her smiling lips. “Is the sky blue?”

She tilted her head and kissed me softly, then studied my serious face as I walked her backwards towards the bedroom. Her body jerked and she stumbled backwards. I grabbed her arm and hauled her back upright.

“Are you wearing those fucking flip-flops?” I barked.

I looked down to see her stockinged feet and laughed. “You’re tripping on air now? Is that it?”

She snickered. “It’s always been the air. I told you it wasn’t the flip-flops.”

“I’m starting to believe you.” I shook my head and turned her to face front, my hand at her back.

Those little things that I never took for granted, became all the more precious for having temporarily lost them. Holding her hand, guiding her back, brushing her hair behind her ears, relieving her of her bags and her files, relieving her of any burden I could.

I held back, allowing her to take the lead.

Part of me wanted to see what she would do, what she wanted, wondering if I’d taken more than I’d given all these years. Wondering if in this, as well as other areas, I had not given her space to make her voice heard.

Her eyes skittered over my face, and I tucked her hair behind her ear. The urge to wrap it around my fist and send her to her knees rode me hard. How I wanted to watch her struggle to relax her throat and take me to the back, swallowing around my head, see the triumph in her eyes in the moment before she pressed her nose to my groin. But what once was a thing of beauty, now struck me as dirty, and Amber was not to be sullied.

I huffed to myself. I’d spank her, take her ass, make her ride my face, tie her up, and let her suck me off in bed, that was all under the umbrella of respectability, but feeding her my cock on her knees seemed wrong.

And that wasn’t right.

“What are you huffing about?” she asked, a small smile playing at her lips.

“All the things I want to do to you,” I smiled back, my smile darker.

Her eyes heated and she stepped towards me, her hands going to the buttons on my flannel. “What about all the things I want to do to you?”

My eyebrows rose. “You want to be in charge, sweet baby?”

She shrugged, but her nerves were apparent. She rarely took the lead. Truth be told, I’d never given her this much lead after the first couple of times we were together.

Back then she was shy and nervous as hell.

We worked out a system of signals that communicated what she wanted without words. I taught her how to ready herself for me when she wanted to be dominated. The first time I came home to find her waiting for me, her hair slicked back into a ponytail, her lithe body clothed in lingerie, she was a bag of nerves, pacing the room while she waited for me to come in.

I gave her a choice of resting positions, a means to quiet herself while she waited, and she was fine after that.

This Amber who wanted to lead, was new. Still, I wondered if she wasn’t trying to fill the vacuum left by my not taking over.

She smiled up at me shyly and my heart filled with love. Her fingers flew over the buttons of my shirt, and she parted the two halves, splaying her fingers wide and laying her palms across my ribs. Leaning over she brushed her lips over her name on my chest, while I watched.

I held myself still, then helped her when she began to push my shirt off over my shoulders.

“I love your tattoos, agapi mou,” she whispered reverently.

“Makes them worthwhile,” I replied gruffly.

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