Page 50 of Princessa
Fuck, me.
Only two hours ago she was a virgin and already she wanted shower sex.
Of course I obliged, flying out of the bed like Superman.
“Remember that text you sent me? The one where you went into detail about sex with me…in the shower?”
I swallowed. “Yes.”
“That’s what I want.”
We mingled in the shower too long for me to track, soaping each other up, exploring, and taking part in a tasting session that led us into a delicious blend of lovemaking and fucking. Truth is, I had to take things slow and gentle because while it wasn’t my first time around the block, it was all very new and raw for Arabella.
When we stepped out, I pulled on sweatpants and gave her one of my T-shirts that she looked way too cute in.
Making our way back to bed, the idea of fresh sheets sounded good to both of us. And since I’d never claimed to be a domestic god, I had no freaking clue where the staff kept them.
“So, you’ve never made up your bed before?” She dished a cynical side-eye.
“How about I answer that with a question. Have you ever made up your bed before?”
Arabella shrugged a single shoulder, lip kicked up in an unabashed smirk. “Point proven. I guess we can just sleep on the bed in my room. But”—she hesitated—“can we at least wash these sheets? I don’t want the staff to see…”
Ah, one admirable thing about her was how concerned she was about image. It was a royal, unfiltered quality she possessed, wanting to forever safeguard her dignity. The white sheets had remnants of her old life, evidence of her first time. I should have figured that out on my own.
Wrapping my arms around her, I pressed a kiss to her head. “Of course, baby. The washer and dryer are in a room off the kitchen.”
“Do you know how to work them, Prince Non-Domestic Grayson?”
Her sarcasm was a turn-on and even though Spike was currently marked inactive, it wouldn’t have taken much to get him reinstated to active duty. I grabbed her plump ass cheek. “Your sassy mouth makes my dick hard.”
In the laundry room, we shoved the sheets in the washing machine, and searched the many cabinets until I finally found detergent.
Arabella hopped on top of the dryer and sat, perched like an angel, as she watched me add a laundry pod, shut the lid, then press the button that got the machine rocking.
She clapped. “Awesome job. Domestic life looks good on you.”
I moved between her legs. “Youlook good on me.” I ran my hands under her shirt, fingers moving along the curve of her back, my lips planting soft kisses on her shoulder. “I love you, Bella.”
She groaned, legs hugging my waist. “I love you too, Grayson.”
Migrating to her lips, I wanted to take my lady right then and there on top of the dryer. But if I were lucky, we’d have plenty of time for impromptu, anywhere-in-the-house sex. “It’s late. Let’s go to bed.”
Diamond hissed the second we walked in Arabella’s room, clearly upset we’d woken her from her precious slumber. But all resumed to normal when Arabella first climbed in the cozy, queen-sized bed, me right behind her, furry diva settled at our feet.
“Thank you for tonight,” she whispered. “For being so perfect and loving me through my first time. I’ll never forget tonight, never forget you, Grayson.”
“Bella, you’re a dream come to life and I know there’s no one like you, no one I’d rather spend the rest of my life with.”
