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“What’s this? Another surprise?” she asks as I lead her to the structure I had specially made for her, currently decorated in fairy lights. The sounds of the party hum in the distance, this area private, quiet, and just for us.

“It’s a glass house that has counters and a sitting area and a place where you can grow your specific herbs that may not be suitable for the kitchen garden,” I tell her as she takes everything in. I have a space with a large daybed where she can meditate if she wishes. All the tools and pots are already here, glossy and new, just waiting for her to use.

“Connor…” I watch as her eyes well with tears, and I swallow. “All of this, it’s… I can’t believe you did this for me.” Shaking her head, she asks, “How did you get this built so quickly? How didn’t I notice this was happening? This is so thoughtful and intricate and I… I just… Why?”

I cut off her questions with a kiss. If I start explaining the hows and whys now, it’ll only lead back to three little words from me that I’m not sure she’s ready to hear. “Have I told you how stunning you look tonight, baby girl?” My words fall onto her lips as her palms run up my chest. She smiles up at me, relaxing into my touch, her questions saved for later.

“This old thing…” she teases, and my hands move then, smoothing down her curvaceous body before trailing up her back. I revel in her little shiver and the flare of her gaze when I hit her zipper and I start to lower it, wanting to see and feel all of her.

“Connor, someone might come,” she whispers but doesn’t stop me, the look in her eyes full of desire. As the zip lowers, the straps fall from her shoulders, and she bites her plush lip in anticipation.

“We’re in complete privacy. The only person coming will be you.” I speak against her skin as I press a kiss to her now bare shoulder, dragging my lips up her neck. She moans softly, and my cock thickens as she lets the dress fall to the ground. She’s a vision. Bathed in moonlight, in a lacy set of lingerie that has me salivating.

“God, you’re beautiful…” I croak, wondering how I got so lucky.

“You have such a way with words.…” she whispers, her grin seductively sexy as she unbuttons my shirt and I slide off my jacket.

“I speak the truth. Your body is fucking amazing,” I growl as I run my hands up and down her sides, not able to stop touching her for even a moment. “And I’d do anything for you, you know that? You could ask me for anything, and the answer would always be yes, Daise…” I admit as I lose my shirt, and her hands and lips are on my chest and neck. I make quick work of my pants before I lower her down onto the daybed, the new plush cushions making for a luxurious spot under the night sky.

“I just want you,” she says as I kiss her shoulders and down her neck, her body arching as I do, her large breasts begging for release. Unclipping her bra, I cup them, moaning as I kiss her all over.

She pushes down my underwear as I grip her hip, grabbing the lace and pulling it from her body. Giggling at my eagerness, her feet quickly kick them off her as she lies underneath me.

Her red hair is spread out across the fabric of the cushions, her body now at my mercy. I run my finger across her perfect lips and look into her eyes before I lower my touch, right to her core.

“Yes…” she gasps as I touch her clit, jolting a little before I put my lips on hers and swallow her moans. She loops her hands around my neck, pulling me closer as her breasts seal against my chest.

“I love the feel of you against me,” I murmur, and her legs spread wider. Running my hand back up, I mold her breast in my palm as my pelvis grinds into hers.

“Connor, please,” she whimpers almost impatiently, and I grin as I maneuver myself, edging my way into her slowly, wanting to burn this moment into my brain. I watch as her mouth opens on a moan as she takes me in so well that I almost lose my composure.

“Yeahhh, baby girl,” I say, pulling out slightly and then moving back in, my eyes not leaving her face. Seeing the pleasure as she bites her bottom lip, I start to move a little quicker. I can’t get enough of the way her body moves with my thrusts, how her eyes roll back, her sounds becoming desperate as I work her closer to the edge. As close as we are, it’ll never feel close enough.

“Soooo good,” she moans, long and low. Knowing that she’s enjoying this teasing pace, I take my time, our mouths and hands exploring and consuming one another.

“You respond so well to me, baby girl… You were made for me, there’s no doubt in my mind.” I moan, voice choked as my balls tighten, and I clench my jaw, needing to get her to come first.

“Only you, Connor.” And with that, I feel her body clenching and pulsing before she’s panting, “Yes… Yes, I’m going to come…” Her breaths grow quicker, her moves urgent, and she lifts her hips to meet my harder thrusts.

“Connor!” she shouts my name, convulsing, her fingers digging into my shoulders, and I speed up until I’m seeing stars.

“Fuck, Daise. Perfect… Mine… All mine.” With a groan, I join her in ecstasy, holding her tight and never wanting to let her go.

39

DAISY

My mind and body feel like mush. The way Connor touches me, the way he’s honest with me, his sweetness and thoughtfulness, I’ve never experienced that with a man. As we slowly catch our breaths, I look around, hoping this is all real. That I haven’t dreamed up this scenario with the perfect man for me.

“You okay, baby girl?” he asks, peppering kisses to my bare shoulder as we both lie side by side in the glass house on the cozy daybed.

“I couldn’t be any better,” I tell him honestly, not able to tame my grin.

“This is such a special spot, Connor. I really can’t believe you did all this,” I tell him as I look around. It’s like my own private little fairy tale. The small lights reflect off the glass, making it seem like there are thousands of them. The care and attention he’s taken with the gardening tools, this daybed, and the meditation space, never mind the garden outside that took my breath away. And don’t get me started on the huge amounts of lavender.

“Well, I feel like I really had to sell Whispers… and me,” he says, and I look at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. I reach up and cup his cheek, scratching my fingers in his beard.

“Sell?” I question, my heart back to beating erratically as I wait for his explanation. Tonight, this moment, feels different between us, like we have just solidified our relationship even more.

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