The sweet sound of heated water dripping down onto the floor of my shower slowly seduces me away from my angelic sleep. My eyes open and my consciousness slowly begins to gain. The large window filters in the sunlight that beams down on my beautiful house. It reigns across my skin and leaves a glowering tan that illuminates the entire left side of my body. I inhale deeply and pull away from my stomach and turn onto my back.

I look down at myself, noticing that the hem of my shirt has become risen and leaves my body to be on full display for whoever wants to see it. Beside me the sheets are still messy and Xyle's pillow still has a small indentation, telling me that he hasn't been gone for long. I slide my hand across the sheets and feel the warmth from his hot body. I'm happy he changed the sheets a few days back, they smell so delicious. Almost two weeks free of sex.

I'm unaware of the time. It could be anywhere from six am to eight. He always rises earlier than me. I close my eyes again, not to sleep, but just to rest a bit. I am completely content with the way I feel in this moment. My sadness still strikes, but with much comfort, I feel like myself again after fifteen days. I'm sure my subconscious is more than thankful for my sudden pull.

The sound of the door opening makes me open my eyes again. I turn to my side as I pull my hand up, resting my elbow onto the bed and my head in my hand. Xyle comes inside, holding his cellphone up to his ear. He's completely shirtless, and showing off the beautiful tattoo resting below his right peck. The strings from his pajama pants are loose and hanging down the middle. Gosh, he has such gorgeous legs. His hair is all disheveled and his eyes are low. He still looks sleepy.

He pulls the door up before running his long fingers through his curly hair, sighing a bit before inhaling. He clenches his jaw, his eyes turning dark for a second before his lips part.

"During my absence I requested the stats be sent elsewhere... I would hate to return to work today and find such a shit show... This is monotonous.... I'll arrive soon."

I gawk mindlessly at him, wondering how I ever got so lucky. He's superb at sex. He is caring. He is so gentle and patient. How is he all mine?

He blows air through his mouth as he listens in. His eyes close and he tilts his head backwards. Oh my. The sight of his sexy Adam's apple. His hair falls back, waving perfectly and following his movements. Jeez, the veins in his arms.

"I am a firm believer in not making the same mistake twice. The team needs to be gathered sharply at twelve to discuss mistakes... remember that word, monotonous." He says matter-of-factly, raking another hand through his hair. This time he keeps his hand there, gently gripping it.

He's always so nicely trimmed. His under arms are groomed neatly. How is this so attractive? Maybe it's my sudden burst of happiness, but I want him so badly.

He inhales, lifting his head up straight, but keeps his eyes closed. He splays a hand across his stomach, covering the birthdate in Roman numerals that rest right below his right peck.

"I'm not familiar... Black is fine... yes, tomorrow. I'll need Tyler and the rest of the security team... Yes, he will be joining, it's part of my reasoning... how are the stats now... positive or negative..." he opens his eyes and scans the room for a quick second before placing his eyes against me.

He does a cute little double take before staying put. His eyes scan my exposed hip and his breathing seems to change. "I am sure of it. Have him double check..." he now talks in a rushed tone, but doesn't let his eyes leave me.

"Fine... make the call and have everything ready by the time I'm in..." he pulls the phone away from his ear and finally pulls his eyes away from me. He ends the call and peaks up at me with a wonky smirk.

He tosses his unlocked phone onto the bed and takes long strides to join me. His knees press onto the bed as he crawls over to me. With his palms on either side of me, he leans down and kisses my hip. "You've been getting better and better by the day, but today you seem really happy." He murmurs, pulling back momentarily and then connecting his lips back onto my skin.

I close my eyes as I feel his deliciously wet kisses trailing up my body. My hips, my waist, the side of my stomach, the side of my breast, my shoulder, my neck. "I knew you'd find your way back to me, Persephone. " His words nearly sweep me off of my feet in this very moment and I want nothing more than to fall into bed with him and create love.

"I want to make up for lost time, baby." He lifts to my face and before I can study him he crashes into my lips, pressing his growing erection firmly at my hip. My eyes flutter as I moan into his mouth.

He refused me yesterday, now he wants me.

I pull my hand from between our two body's and wrap it firmly around his waist. My palm rests at the very bottom of his back before my fingers creep into the waistline. He smiles into the kiss before pulling back. He intentionally keeps himself pressed against me, making me more needy.

"If we had enough time... After work, allow me to set up a romantic dinner." He murmurs, coming down to quickly place a kiss to my lips. He's so awfully teasing this morning.

I sigh looking up at him. "You know how you make me feel. I don't like when you tease me." I shake my head, pulling my hand away from his waistline after being refused.

He smiles a wicked one as he pulls away. Holding his hand out, he takes mine and pulls me. "Imagine how I feel. You tease me everyday with your beauty." He pulls me until I'm standing.

"Couldn't you have woken me a bit earlier?" I ask and he doesn't respond. He just pulls me until we are approaching my bathroom. All of this time, the water has been running. It's fogged the shower completely and nearly created an in home sauna.

He lets go of my hand as I start to pull away, going near the dirty clothes hamper. It is completely empty. I place my hands at the hem of my shirt, stopping as I hear the buzzing of a phone.

"How about you get inside and I'll join you. It must be Tyler, now."

I nod, smiling a bit. "Don't be too long." I whisper.

"I won't." He soon disappears and I continue.

I pull my shirt from my arms. I drop it inside of the clothing hamper and step into the shower.

Inside, the water is nearly scorching, even too hot for me. He must have had an eager attempt of making an at home sauna. I twist the knob lower before fully relaxing as the water isn't boiling now. It relaxes my muscles, the muscles I had no clue were tense. My eyes close and a sigh escapes.

The water pressure is amazing. Never noticed how much I loved living.

My lips part as I begin to think about how I felt before. My heart was saddened for longer than I'd ever expected it to be.

A short moment later, Xyle reappears into the bathroom. He doesn't waste time to hook his fingers into the band of his pants and underwear. In one swift swipe, he pulls them down and throws them into the hamper.

The cold air from outside of the shower seeps in and it momentarily fills my body with chills. He pushes his eyebrows together as he reads my reaction, soon pulling the door closed and smiling a bit. "You look so radiant, it's mind baffling." He murmurs before turning around so that I am faced with his back.

His beautiful, slender back.

Although he can't see me, I still try to hide my smile. I take a fresh wash cloth and push it into the water before taking a bar of soap. In no time we begin bathing in silence before he speaks again.

We spend a great amount of minutes more in the shower, cleaning our bodies before getting out. The cold air finds its way to cling to my pores despite the towel wrapped around my body and it sends an everlasting shiver down my spine.

And then my mind resurfaces the fact that I've avoided my work for half a month.

"You have a missed call from your mother. Three to be exact."He tells me before exiting the room in only a towel. Where is he going now?

I ignore his words and walk into my closet to pull down a pretty set to wear to work today. Stockings with the laced endings that wrap around my thigh, a black pencil skirt, and a red blouse. He won't be able to resist me in these stockings. I go over to it and pull the contents from the closet, stopping abruptly as I notice black heels pulled out. I'm sure he's been in here rummaging through my things. I'll wear these today.

I pull them and something tells me to look to the bottom. Red bottoms. I deeply inhale. I've never purchased a pair of these. Does he have to get the most expensive things he can find? I am very thankful, more than thankful, but I think about how expensive these are.

Despite my feelings, my will to be to work is stronger than anything in the moment so I begin to get dressed.

I'm only in my under garments when Xyle renters the room again, his hair still wet from our shower and pieces clinging to his forehead. His eyes nearly pop when he sees me. He hurries to close the door and stands on the sideline, watching me for a numerous amount of seconds. It's so invasive, yet oddly alluring and makes me feel things.

I smirk as I bend down to grab my red blouse. Red is such an attractive color, I'm sure he knows it.

"If you don't mind, Xyle, I am trying to get dressed." I stand up to eye him.

He stares deeply at my thighs before tucking his bottom lip between his teeth. His eyes slowly trail up my stomach, to my breast, then my neck, and then my lips.

He shakes his head slyly. "With all due respect, Persephone, at this exact moment, I want to fuck you like a whore." He pulls his hand up and sticks a finger into the waistline of his towel before tucking his bottom lip between his teeth again.

My eyes lower as I slowly turn my body to face him completely. The red blouse falls from my fingers as I mirror his intense gaze, being sure to give him the same effect he gives me. "Then fuck me." I whisper, shaking my head.

He keeps a fixed facial expression as he pulls himself off of the wall. He pulls his thumb from the waistline of the towel and slowly makes his way over to me. When he reaches me, he looks down at me with his lips parted.

A large inward sigh sucks it's way into my body the moment he places both of his hands against my waist. My lips part and my eyes flutter before closing. He hasn't touched me like this in a long time. I'm ready to jump him already.

Slowly, he sticks his thumbs into the band of my underwear. "I believe it'd be wrong to allow Mr. Jones the pleasure of hearing me make you scream..." He whispers. Mr. Jones is cooking, again. I'm famished.

I inward sigh again as the edges of my mouth curl into a weak smile. His touch has a tantalizing effect on me. Even without him touching the parts of me that send me into an orgasm, he can nearly push me there. This erotic torture has learned my body and is using what he knows to reel me in.

I pull my hands up and lazily hook them around his neck as I am nearly turned into silk. He leans his body down so that I am able to, and lets my mouth find his. The kiss is heated, passionate, sloppy, and desirable. Our lips both open for one another but he sticks his tongue inside of my mouth. I clamp around him, wanting to feel every aching inch of him.

He groans into the kiss as he pulls away at my underwear, quickly removing his thumbs and letting the band snap onto my skin. I shutter with shivers and my mouth goes unresponsive for a small second before his movements pull me back in. My arms are completely turned into mush. I pull them away from his neck and place my hands against his face. He groans, leaning down even further and walking me towards the bed.

The pits of my knees reach the edge before I fall onto it, taking his heavy body with me. He places his hands beside my head to hold himself up so that he can continue the kiss.

Slowly, my back arches as he pulls away. My lips still want to reach his. I lean my head up further but he continues to pull away, reconnecting his lips with my neck. He spreads his mouth wide, taking in my skin and sucking with light force. I can hear the sound his mouth makes when he finally lets my skin go. "We should get ready. We've both missed work for too long."

I close my eyes, exasperated. When I open them again I look down to see him already looking up at me. "Please don't stop." I whisper.

His lips curl into a smile. "I'd love to continue, Persephone, but if I don't get ready, I'm afraid I'll fuck you and make the both of us late for important business." He pulls back and doesn't even look twice as he walks his slender body towards my closet.

I pout as I watch his backside. Soon he disappears and I stand to finish with getting myself dressed.

When I stand up completely I run my palms against myself before having a quick look down. I look wealthy. I tuck in my blouse.

I'm now a few inches taller. I push my hand into my hair. I've not done it, or brushed my teeth. I go into the bathroom to apply toothpaste to my toothbrush before brushing, and gazing at myself in the mirror. I look as if I've had the best sleep one could have. Im proud of myself.

I finish with brushing and spit into the sink before taking my hair brush.

I brush my hair into a bun, making sure it's tight for today. I've never been so ready for work to begin and end at the same time. I miss him already. I give myself a final look in the mirror before turning toward the door. I stop, gasping and looking over at the man who's been watching me. My lips part and he can tell my surprise as his face curls into his very own smile. A smile only he has.

"You look incredibly beautiful." I feel as if he's so invading with his eyes although he's not doing much.

I nod, lifting my chin up. "So do you. Are you ready for breakfast?" I ask, not wanting to give him reign to distract me with his touch.

He breathes a small laugh through his nose. "Yes. I'll just need to grab my jacket."

I nod as I follow him out of the bathroom. It only takes him a second to grab the matching suit jacket to his suit pants and soon we are inside of the kitchen. We both take a seat at the breakfast bar. Mr. Jones excuses himself.

Our plates are filled with bacon and eggs on one side, and pancakes on the other. Syrup is drizzled beautiful on top. I don't wait a second further. I press my fork into my food.

"I don't know if I want to slowly make love to you, or show you all of the tension I have resting inside." He reaches across for his glass of O.J and takes a big gulp before a puzzled expression takes over.

"What if Mr. Jones overhears you speaking this way?" I smile.

He shakes his head as he sets his glass down. "I've never had a weird run-in with him. He understands boundaries."

I nod, looking at my food again.

"What are you thinking about, baby?" He asks, placing his fork onto his plate and slightly turning himself towards me. He rests his right foot between mine that are rested at the bar on the lower part of the stool. His hand grips mine and his eyes force me away from my daze.

I peak up at him to see the concern on his face. His eyebrows are pushed together, his lips pressed into a thin, straight line. He slows his breathing by a few seconds as he looks at me attentively. His face nudges me to spill but there is nothing to spill.

"I love you... and I don't know how I'd ever repay you for your kind, senseless act. You put up with my shit for two weeks." I whisper, looking up at him with a hopeful look. I know that he doesn't care for me returning the favor, but to me it is a lot. I'm not so used to just being able to have people do things for me like how he's done, and I'm not used to having someone as generous as he is.

His face completely changes. His chest rises as his nose rapidly intakes air. His eyes squint and his grip around my hand becomes tighter, but he doesn't hurt me. "Celeste, I love you. I did this because I love you, not because I want you to return the favor. I don't need anything, baby." He shakes his head.

With his left hand, he grabs onto his fork and sticks the end into a pancake. He dips it in the syrup a bit before pulling it towards his mouth. He stops midway to look back at me.

"I'd do it over again. I want you forever. I mean it."

I sigh, knowing he means it. It doesn't make me want to care for him any less, however.

With my right hand I push the end of my fork into my eggs. "I will do something for you. I don't know what it is, but it will be super cute. That news was such an inconvenience—"

He doesn't care for my words so he shakes his head. "I'm your partner. I will care for you no matter the inconvenience. I don't care if your smallest fear creeps on you. I will be there. No matter what. You're my woman, I protect and I serve, only for you, Persephone." He swallows at the end of his sentence and looks at his food.

"It's my way of showing my love for you. Am I wrong to do that?" He asks.

"No, but you can receive, too. I barely even give... oral." I whisper, pushing my food into my mouth and chewing before swallowing. It's true. I've noticed it.

I smile a bit, looking at our hands that are joined together. "You please me so well, I couldn't care any less about oral... and you do give." He squeezes my hand a bit, bringing me to look away from my plate and at him.

"I just don't want things to seem one sided."

"Celeste, this is the best relationship I've ever been in. No one could ever compare to you, and I wouldn't want anyone to because I want you." He smiles a smile that doesn't reach the corners of his eyes.

"Plus, there's no way I'd let you slip away and give your pussy to anyone else."

I giggle, pulling my hand away. "I'm more than just that, you know?" I tease.

He hums. "You're definitely more than just that... you have such a beautiful mouth— personality."

I tilt my head to the side. "You sure will love my personality later tonight. I'm in desperate need of your d— beautiful personality."

He leans closer to me and presses his lips against mine. "Long due, baby. I'm not going to be gentle, either."

"I didn't ask you to be."

X

"Take it, it's your dick."