Page 52 of Park Avenue Princess

“Simple. Go back out the kitchen, down the hall, first door on the right.”

He swings around and walks us to my room, passing the master bath first before going through a corridor leading to the bedroom. “This is gorgeous.” He keeps me in his arms as he surveys my space. “How many rooms do you have?”

“Technically, four bedrooms, but I use one as an office.”

He releases me and I slide down his body, further rumpling his shirt and slacks. He wraps his arms around me, placing his hands on my backside. Keeping my hands on his shoulders and my body close to his, I look up at him, not the least uncomfortable that I’m completely nude while he’s still clothed. “As I said, I have way more room than I need right now, but I figured I’d plan for the future. For when I have a family one day. Maybe. I’m not sure. I just loved it here and it’s a good investment.”

Guy smiles at me, gently massaging my lower back. “Do you want a family? One day?”

“I always thought I did.” I feel my brow furrow in thought.

“And now? Are you reconsidering after learning what you did about your mother?”

I look away, unsure of my true thoughts. “I don’t know,” I practically whisper.

Guy turns my face so that our eyes meet. “Hey, you’ve got plenty of time to figure it out.”

“Maybe. I mean, I hear it can be more of a challenge for older women to have pregnancies without complications.”

Guy looks puzzled. “Well, you have nothing to worry about, right? You have no health issues, right? You’re certainly not anolder woman. I mean, how old do they consideroldwhen it comes to pregnancies?”

I chuckle. “I honestly don’t know. I haven’t taken the time to research that. Yes, I’m healthy, but I’m thirty-six, and—”

“Thirty-six?” He asks with surprise.

“Yes.” I cock my head. “How old are you?”

He grins. “Thirty-two next month.”

My mouth goes slack as I feel my eyes widen. “Thirty-two? I’m older than you?”

“It would appear so.” There’s too much joy in his tone. “Nothing wrong with that.”

I open my mouth but nothing comes out, so I close it, having nothing to say.

“Afraid you’re robbing the cradle?”

“Hardly.” I chuckle. “Guess there are a few details we still need to learn about one another.”

“A few,” Guy winks.

“Maybe you’re just what I need.” I run my hands down his chest until I reach his growing erection. “All your youth and stamina to keep up with me.” I have no idea where this bravado is coming from, but it’s fun. Well, maybe I do. Maybe that woman from Hawaii, the one Guy fell in love withisthe real me, tired of hiding. He pumps his hips into my hand as I meet his dark and dangerous gaze.

“Is that so?” His voice has gone deep and raspy. He covers my hand with his, forcing me to squeeze his hardened cock.

“Mmm,” I hum. Standing on my tiptoes, my lips hover over his as I say, “I need a shower. Care to join me?” My mouth remains millimeters away from his.

“Yes.”

Before I know what’s happening, I yelp as Guy hauls me over his shoulder, his hands secured against the back of my thighs. I then laugh as he marches us back toward the master bath.

“Quiet, woman,” he says playfully while smacking my bare ass. “Wouldn’t want the neighbors calling the cops.”

“No worries there,” I say between giggles. “Our walls are nicely sound proofed.”

Once inside the spacious bath, he places me on my feet, his brow raised. “I’ll take that as a challenge to see just how much I can make you scream.”

“You had a good start earlier.”

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