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I froze. His words sank in slowly. Was he right? Was that why I couldn’t get enough? Was I subconsciously worried this would all go away?

I began to ride him again. Slower this time. Feeling every inch of him as he filled me, reveling in the way our bodies just fit together. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. You’re perfect.” He carried me the rest of the way to our temporary bedroom and laid me out on the enormous bed. “Now we take our time.” He came to me, savoring every inch of me. Suckling my clit as he fingered me, worshiping my breasts while I writhed underneath him, and then finally sinking inside me as he kissed me deep.

We didn’t say another word. All our talking was done with our eyes, our breaths, and our bodies. He pretzeled me into one position and then another, positioning my leg over his shoulder so I somehow felt even fuller, then widening my hips, his palms wrapped around my thighs as we watched him thrust into me with long, hard strokes, and then finally he guided my ankles behind his back until I locked them together.

He swallowed hard as he waited for my eyes. When I gave them to him he growled in the back of his throat and fucked me so hard we broke the headboard.

22

SETH

The boxes were delivered by Jackson but I refused to let him help. While Annalise took a nap in our bedroom—yes I thought of it as ours already—I unpacked all but one in one of the guest rooms. It was the smallest room and for some reason I liked it the best. It had a vibe to it that spoke to me. Maybe it was the way the trees outside blocked it from the world.

I took apart the bed and left the frame in a different guest room, setting the mattress right on the floor. The floor I’d already covered in thick carpets, pillows, and blankets. I added battery-operated candles to the shelves and tables and a standalone Bose speaker with a dock for the music on my phone.

Then I assembled the mirrors.

I took one look at Annalise’s face when I pushed her up against that window and saw for-fucking-ever. I wanted to fall into that look and get lost. And hopefully never found. That look of wonder, of pure lust, was the most carnal, beautiful, sexy look I’d ever seen in my entire life.

I knew I liked to watch. Who didn’t? But discovering what it did to Annalise? The first free moment I had I started ordering mirrors. At first I was just sex-crazed, ordering whatever hit my screen first. Then I realized I needed a plan. A purpose. I couldn’t just put a thousand mirrors all up over the house. That was too much. And whenever anyone came over they’d be like,Dude, what is up with all the mirrors?

I liked my sex life with Annalise private. It was ours and ours alone.

So I took a look at our bedroom. It was too big. Plus I liked the idea of having a special space just for this. The library was my second option but it was impractical. Besides, I liked it for sex on the bench and the couch. I wanted to test the bookcases and make sure they were screwed into the wall before I tried those next.

The theater was too much work even though the acoustics were fantastic. The gym was out. Then I started going through the guest rooms and realized we didn’t need five of them.

So I dubbed this room our house of mirrors and got to work. My orders after that were calculated. Designed to maximize the space. Then I added to the small ensuite bathroom. Towels, washcloths, soap, and shampoo. But that wasn’t enough. We needed condoms, lube, toys.

I might have ordered too many toys. I didn’t even know if Annalise liked toys beyond the vibrator she kept with her. But it couldn’t hurt to have options, right? Maybe I wouldn’t mention the toys until later.

Besides, the mirrors were what mattered.

I laid down in the middle of the bed and looked around. I could see the bulge in my pants from a dozen different angles. There were tall mirrors and short. Some were aimed up and others down. Most ended up reflecting in several others. It was a feast for the eyeballs.

I’d say I’d been hard since I put the first mirror up but that was a lie. I’d been hard since we walked through the front door. It was like I was permanently turned on knowing we were alone for a few days. My dick wanted to be inside Annalise at all times.

It was why she was sleeping now. We didn’t go to bed like we’d planned. After our two-hour christening of the house we showered and settled in.

Then we went for a swim.

Her bikini lasted all of two minutes. I had her on the sunbathing deck, riding my fingers until her moans echoed off the house. Then she returned the favor. That deck was amazing. The memory of Annalise’s mouth wrapped around my cock was burned into my brain forever.

I dozed off on a lounge chair we dragged out of storage. When I woke up she was swimming laps.

Naked.

So I had her sit on my face as punishment for working out on our vacation. I didn’t let her come for an hour.

My punishment for that torture was being forced to watch her sunbath, read, and make us sandwiches for dinner. She didn’t put clothes on once. So I was forced to take care of myself. Twice.

But that was all part of Annalise’s game. My girl really, really loved to watch. The second time she sat beside me, facing me. While I fisted myself, she touched herself. I loved watching her so much that I held off. I was pretty sure I’d never jacked off that long. Not even when I was a teenager.

But watching Annalise pleasure herself was too good to hurry along. While she plucked those sexy as sin nipples and thumbed her clit, her fingers plunged inside. I stroked my shaft, remembering exactly how it felt to be buried in that impossibly tight heat.

So maybe this room was a present to us both. A way to indulge a kink neither of us realized was such a strong desire until we lit the fuses together.

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