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It took a whole minute for us both to come down from our highs andregain our breaths, but when we did, I pulled Savannah up so her back was against my chest, my cock still buried deep inside her.
“I love you, Savannah. I loved you from the minute I met you,” Iwhispered in her ear, finally letting the truth out that I fell head over heels for her the second I laid eyes on her.
She inhaled several deep breaths before resting her head against myshoulder and whispering her own words. Words that would stay with me until I met my maker.
“I love you too, Nash.”
Chapter 28
Savannah
The next two weeks passed in bliss, and Nash and I fell into aroutine. Most mornings I woke to either his mouth on my pussy or his cock buried deep in me. Occasionally though, I beat him to it and would wake him up with my mouth around his cock.
After starting the mornings with an orgasm or two, we’d showertogether, before eating breakfast prepared by Jessica, who had returned to work after her little boy was feeling better.
When we finished, Nash would head off to his office in the city, and Iwould disappear into my studio where I’d lose countless hours engrossed in my designs. I would only stop when Nash messaged, reminding me to eat lunch which was then promptly followed by Jessica appearing with a hearty meal.
I’d stay locked away in my studio until Nash came home from work. We’d spend the evenings together, going out for meals, cuddling up on the couch to binge-watch a series, or in the incredible hot tub in the backyard, before we’d go to bed and finish the day with another round of orgasms.
I couldn’t remember a time when I’d been happier.
As the days went by, I grew accustomed to Nash’s controlling waysuntil it became second nature to do whatever it was he told me to, knowing that not only did it make him happy, but the reasons behind his orders was to makemehappy.
I didn’t feel the need to question him about anything, he had my fulltrust, along with my heart, and he cherished both of them.
The following morning started like every other morning. Nash wokeme up by thrusting into me from behind, before rolling onto his back and demanding that I ride him.
Of course, I obliged.
He didn’t hang around for breakfast though, he and Fox had animportant meeting later in the day, and he wanted to get a head start on preparations for it. They were meeting with the owners of a casino who’d flown over from Singapore.
Nash and Fox were hoping to acquire the casino, but according toNash, it was a hot property, and several investors were interested in it. He also didn’t like the man who currently owned it, claiming he was a bossy asshole.
I’d snorted at the irony and quickly found myself over Nash’s lap withhis palm print marking my ass cheek.
After he left, I ate my breakfast before heading into my studio.I’d almost finished making the first outfit for Dominique’s show; a colorful maxi-dress with long draping sleeves, and I was determined to put the final touches to it so I could move on to the next outfit.
Just before midday, I sent Nash a message wishing him good luck,knowing the meeting was due to start at noon, before returning my attention to the dress.
Something was missing from the design though, something Icouldn’t quite put my finger on. I stepped back and stared at the mannequin wearing the dress, churning ideas over in my head, and trying to figure out what I needed to add to make it complete.
The truth was, I didn’t know what it needed, and the only way I wasgoing to figure it out was to go to a craft shop and see if inspiration struck.
The only problem? I knew I would need to ask Nash for hispermission to go, and I couldn’t disturb him in his meeting.
Surely he wouldn’t be mad at me for going without asking? It wasn’tlike I was hitting the nightclubs and flirting with any guy who looked my way.
Without giving it too much thought, I left my studio, throwing on myshoes, and grabbing my purse before heading out the front door.
As luck would have it, Aaron was in the garage cleaning one of thecars. I hadn’t seen him since the day he took me to the city to buy the furniture, Brian had been the only one to drive me anywhere, and each time he had, Nash was there.
But Brian was at work with Nash today. He was the one who waspicking the casino owners up from the airport when they landed from Singapore.“Hey, Aaron. Would you mind giving me a lift into the city? I need tograb a few things.”
“Erm, has Mr. Carson said it’s okay to take you? He said I wasn’tallowed to drive you anywhere without his permission,” Aaron replied, his eyes darting behind me as if Nash was going to miraculously appear.
A hint of frustration ran through me. “Nash is in a meeting, I can’tdisturb him. But he’ll be fine about it,” I replied, trying to keep myfrustration in check. “Besides, I only need to go to one shop, I’ll be back long before Nash’s meeting finishes,” I added when Aaron opened his mouth to argue.
He fiddled with the rag he was holding in his hands, uncertaintywashing through him. “I don’t know, Mrs. Carson. I don’t want to do anything I’m not allowed to.”
