Anniversary? I try to reboot my brain enough to figure out what he could be talking about.
“Anniversary of what?” I ask, still fighting the urge to go back to sleep.
“Are you kidding me? If I would have told you a few months ago we’d be celebrating a week-long ceasefire in our war, and that we were trying out an actual relationship, you would have told me I was insane.”
He isn’t wrong. There are moments I still have trouble believing Dex and I have been able to put aside our years’ long feud. Even while meeting with our lawyers to work out the minute details of the new contract between us, the negotiations have been almost uneventful. We’re on track to sign on the dotted line sometime next week.
That our newly formed business arrangement seems to be working out is surprising enough. It’s our personal relationship that feels more like a fairytale. That his favorite nickname for me is princess completes the illusion. As I’ve fallen asleep in his arms each night—well-fucked and cared for—I find myself dreaming that we might have a shot at our own happily ever after.
“Come on, time to jump in the shower and get our day started. I have a lot of work to do today before our big night tonight.”
It takes me a few seconds to realize I have no clue what he’s talking about.
“Um… what’s happening tonight?” I mumble, worried I’ve forgotten something important.
Dex rolls me onto my back so he can pounce on top of me. Just the sight of his sexy as hell face inches away has me spreading my legs wide, allowing him to nestle that growing cock of his against my core.
“You’re looking at the guy who was able to score two balcony seats to the newest show that opened last week on Broadway. We have dinner reservations at Antonio’s at six-thirty, and we can’t be late, or we’ll miss the opening curtain.”
“Wait… you mean the new musical?”
“I think so. It’s the one I heard you talking to Rowan about in the lobby. It sounded like you wanted to go.”
“Who are you? You look like the same dangerous Dex Cohen I’ve known all my life, but I think you must be an imposter,” I tease, only I’m not really joking. This past week I’ve seen a side to Dex that I never dreamed was hidden inside the dark and dangerous exterior he usually shows the world.
In a flash, Dex jumps out of bed before reaching back to drag me from my nice warm cocoon of covers.
“It looks like you need a little reminder of just how dangerous I can be,” he says as he flings me over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold.
I do my best to wiggle away, but the hard slap on my bare ass gets my attention.
The last two days I’d sweet-talked him into letting me sleep in until after he’d showered, but it looks like I won’t be that lucky today.
“Put me down! I’m not ready to get up yet,” I cry as he carries me into the bathroom.
Dex doesn’t stop until we’re in the mammoth shower. Cold water sprays down on us in a rush from all three showerheads.
“It’s freezing!” I cry out.
His chuckle pisses me off. “I think you’re being a bit melodramatic, don’t you?”
Thankfully, the jets of water are already starting to warm up. “This is not how I like to wake up,” I complain, still over his shoulder.
“Oh? Well then, maybe I can come up with a better way to make sure you’re awake.”
I feel myself slipping off his wet shoulder as he leans over, helping to guide my feet to the floor. I squeeze my eyes shut under the barrage of water cascading down on us, which makes it harder for me to know what he’s up to before it’s too late.
Dex roughly pushes me to my knees, the hard tile beneath me. I try to wipe the water from my eyes just as I feel the tip of his cock pressing at my lips, demanding entry. I gasp for air and he takes advantage, shoving his hips forward while yanking my head toward him. His shaft chokes off my airflow just as he emits a guttural groan of pleasure that bounces off the tiled walls.
“Now this is how I love to wake up in the morning,” he gloats, pulling out just enough to let me get a sip of precious air before filling my throat once again.
As much as I’d like to be angry with him, the truth is I love this side of him.
Since our rooftop blow-up, he’s let down his guard with me more than I thought possible, showing me a nurturing side along with a fierce protectiveness of both me and The Whitney. These moments where he dominates my body, pushing me beyond my comfort zone, help calm me in an odd way. They remind me this is still the Dex I’ve always known—a man who takes what he wants.
It doesn’t take long to bring him to the brink of his orgasm, but now that I’m fully awake, I think it’s time to take back a little bit of my own control.
With one hand, I cup his balls, massaging and squeezing until he moans with pleasure. While he’s distracted, I snake my other hand up his thigh, reaching to grab his ass.