The temperature inside the bathroom was humid and hot and it scented like coconut. I stalked towards the wide rectangle tub already filled with warm water and set my woman on her feet inside it. With a sigh, she lowered herself, her body disappearing underneath the soapy bubbles. "This is nice." She mused, grabbing a bountiful amount of foam in her hands and blowing it into the open air.

Such a child. I chuckled softly, climbing into the tub and settling behind her. She leaned back and rested her head on my chest. I kissed her hair, wrapping my arms around her. So warm. A moment passed, followed by another. It was strange how enjoyable silence could be with the right person. I held her tighter. I didn't want to be anywhere else. 

"I was thinking..." she started after a while, stroking my forearm. "Since our contract has more or less ended and we're no longer officially married, do I get to call you my boyfriend?"

"Is that what you want to call me?" I asked, gliding my hands down to caress the flat planes of her stomach.

"Yes."

I squeezed the soft flesh of her abdomen. "Then boyfriend it is." I didn't care what she called me, as long as she was mine and no one else's.

"I also want a do-over." She went on, her stomach muscles clenching underneath my palm.

"A do-over?"

"The wedding." She elaborated. "I want us to have a real one this time, where we share real vows and probably have a real honeymoon."

Fitting. It made sense to do so. Nuzzling my nose against her ear, I said. "If that's what you want then so be it."

She turned slightly. Her eyes searched my face. "Really?"

I nodded with a smile. "When do you want it? My schedule for this week is completely open."

Her eyes dilated. "This week?" She laughed. "Oh no, that's too soon."

"When do you want it then?"

She turned back, facing away from me. "I don't know but it doesn't have to be right away. There's no rush, there's still a lot of things we don't know about each other."

I hummed in approval, lifting my hands to cup her pert breasts. "What do you want to know about me?" The old me would never ask this. Hell, I'd rather have ginger root shoved up my ass than willingly share things about myself with anyone, but if I wanted her to fully trust me, it was the price I had to pay.

"Let's start with the basics."

"The basics huh?" I pulled gently on her nipples.

"Yes" She said in a raspy breath. "The little things."

"Let's see..." I tweaked the nubs between my thumbs, reveling in the way her hips twitched slightly against my growing erection. "I'm thirty-five, a self-made billionaire with dead parents, a surviving grandfather, and a little spoilt brat of a sister."

She laughed. "What do you do for fun?"

"Hmm..." I pretended to think as I kissed her neck and nestled there, dragging her sent into my nose. Sex and roses. "Most days you'll catch me brooding in front of my computer screen trying to get my work done, but as far as having fun goes, in my free time, I like to play golf, paint, and take cruises in my yacht."

"I didn't know you owned a yacht,"

"I do. It's currently docked at Bahia Mar in Florida."

"That is amazing, I've never been in a yacht before, I hear it's an amazing experience."

I hummed and kissed the back of her ear. "It is."

She sighed and snugged into me. "Tell me more."

"Other than that," I continued, fondling her breasts. "I enjoy swimming and strength training, I find reading quite entertaining too."

"Figured, I found a copy of Agatha Christie in your room one time."

"What's your favorite genre?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"I'm into mystery and thriller as well but sometimes I enjoy reading romantic novels."

Of course. I released a hold on her right breast and allowed my hand to glide down her ribcage, disappearing under the water. "So you're into books about grumpy men with oversized dicks?"

Her body froze for a moment and then she spewed out a laugh. "Not necessarily, and the men aren't always grumpy."

"Right." I teased, blindly kneading the tender flesh of her inner thighs.

She chuckled softly, her legs falling farther apart, a telltale sign that she was enjoying it. "No really, there are also good guys."

"With oversized dicks." I finished and we both laughed at that.

"I guess what I really like about romance novels is that they are written by women." She continued after a while. "Women who understand our needs, what we want, what we lack. They know getting the love and attention and pleasure in reality can be almost impossible so they create characters that fill our mind with these fantasies that keep us warm at night."

"I want to be the one keeping you warm at night, not some made-up book character," I stated, ignoring the pain her words brought to my chest. I needed to do more.

She chuckled low in her throat. "Nice try but you could never overthrow my book boyfriend."

I huffed. "What does he have that I don't?"

"A heart."

"Touché."

She laughed. "He's the kind of guy who cooks me breakfast every morning, writes me love letters, sings me to bed every night, and kills anyone who dares look at me with the slightest hint of disrespect."

"I could do that too," I said, making a mental note in my head. Cook for her, sing for her, kill for her. The last I would do in a heartbeat, the rest, I would need to learn. "From now on, I'm going to try my hardest to overthrow that book boyfriend of yours." 

She turned to me, a smile on her face. "That's actually so sweet of you to say."

I pressed a gentle kiss on her lips. "Bet he doesn't say things as sweet as that."

She pulled away and laughed. "You're insane."

Maybe I was. I just declared war on a nonexistent book character. I smiled. "For you, yes. Always." I ran my thumb over her bottom lip. "Anything else you want to know?"

"Hmm..." She licked her lips, and something in those hazel orbs told me her next question was about to knock me off balance.

It did.

"How many women have you had with you in this tub?"

Ah, Christ. "No one, you're my first," I answered quickly, wanting the conversation to be over but like the persistent little feline she was, she pressed on.

"So no woman has ever accompanied you on your flights or cruises?"

Shit. When I didn't reply right away, she frowned. "Who? Shelly?"

Another silence.

Her frown deepened. "It's Shelly, isn't it?"

Resigned, I admitted. "Yes, she's been here a few times but never in my tub, at least not with me, our business ended in the bed." or on the floor, or chair, or wall, or against the glass windows—however it suited me.

"How fitting," she jeered, pulling my hand away from her breasts and turning so she was facing me fully. "How long have you guys been seeing each other?"

I exhaled a harsh breath and ran my fingers through my hair. I was in for it tonight. "We fooled around for about a year."

"A year?!"

Oh lord.

"Calm down princess, it's nothing."

"You call a year nothing?!" She scowled, moving further away from me. Great. "No wonder she's so in love with you."

"Shelly doesn't love me."

Hell, I really hated talking about her.

"Really?" She said tartly, glowering at me. "Even a blind man can see it all the way up from Mount Everest." She crossed her arms over her chest and scoffed. "What do you honestly expect when you fuck the same woman every day for a year."

"I didn't have sex with her every day." I corrected warily. "We only met twice a week. Three times if I was really wound up."

Her expression worsened. She gritted her teeth at me. "Not helping."

I shrugged a shoulder. "I'm being honest."

"Well, that honesty is about to get you drowned." She snarled and slapped her hands in the water, splashing me.

I laughed softly, running both hands down my face. "Don't be jealous, Sienna."

"Easy for you to say, you don't have to worry about a supermodel ex coming back to snatch me away from you."

"That's never going to happen," I assured, moving through the water to grab her waist and pull her into my lap. She didn't protest. Thank God. "You're my woman, you're the only one I want, you're just right for me."

She flattered for a moment but her eyes grew determined again. "Did you go raw with her as well?"

For the love of God. What would it take to shut her up?

Her inquisitiveness was cute sometimes but right now I just wanted to shove a cloth down her throat, or preferably, my cock. "I always wear condoms with my acquaintances, Sienna,"

She huffed. "And how many acquaintances have you had so far?"

God. I exhaled a breath, knowing where this conversation was going and already dreading it. "Seven, maybe eight."

Her body tensed. "You've had that many subs?"

"Our commitments are usually short-lived."

"That is..." She paused, looking like she was having trouble digesting what she had heard. "I don't even know what to say."

I held her closer. "I've had my dark days."

"That is... So fucked up."

"I'm fucked up, Sienna." It was the sad truth. I was a fucked up man who liked fucked up things. "But that part of me is in the past now because I have you." I kissed her nose.

"I have one more question. "

Give me a freaking break. "Enough Sienna."

"Just—"

I frowned.

That shut her up. "I just want to know more."

I sighed. "I know you do and I want to tell you these things but at my own pace, I'm not used to sharing this much, please understand me."

"Fine. I'm sorry for pushing you."

Thank fucking God. I caressed her cheeks. "I love you princess."

"I love you too."

"Kiss me."

She offered me her lips. It was a soothing kiss, one I willingly returned, my tongue dancing with hers in perfect synchrony.

"Okay, maybe just one last tiny question."

I moaned. "Any more information from this point forward will cost you."

"Mm. What do you want?"

"What are you offering?"

"I could suck your cock?"

I laughed into her mouth. "Tempting but you're gonna need to do something better than that."

"Like what? Wanna fuck my ass?"

Instant heat swirled in my gut, making my cock swell. She laughed right after, indicating she had meant it as some kind of joke but I didn't find it funny, in fact, I wanted to do just that; fuck her tight ass.

When I didn't laugh along, her laughing seized.

"Wait, don't tell me..." Her eyes flared. "You really want to fuck my ass?"

"Yes, Princess," I admitted, tucking a damp strand behind her ear. It had always been a dark fantasy of mine to take here there someday but hearing her fantasy tonight only made me wake to do it sooner. "Does it surprise you that I would?"

She bobbed her head, still in awe.

I chuckled. "And I'm guessing you're not a big fan."

"I don't know, I've never tried it. My ex's weren't spontaneous like that."

"They're all idiots then."

"Yes, they are." She swallowed. "Do you do it to your...subs?"

I shrugged. "Most times, yes, I enjoy it very much."

She furrowed her brows in confusion. "Doesn't it hurt them?"

That was the whole point of it. They were into pain, I was into inflicting it. It was a mutual relationship. "It's bearable."

"Even if I did want to try it..." Her eyes strayed to my cock. She licked her lips. "There's no way that's ever going fit in there."

An arrogant pride soared in my chest. She was so naive it was actually adorable. "We can make it fit."

"At the expense of ripping me apart."

I laughed again. "There are a lot of nerve endings there that will bring you so much pleasure you wouldn't mind the pain."

She parted and lips and closed them, deep in thought. Her brows knitted together. "What's in it for you?"

I touched her face, rubbing my thumb over her cheekbone. "Your pleasure, plus the fact that I get to completely own every part of you."

"You're not gonna want to fuck my belly button next, are you?"

"If it was big enough, probably."

"You're the worst." She laughed, slapping my chest.

I smiled, leaning forward to kiss her on the lips. "I want to try it with you." She breathed into my mouth.

"You would?"

Her cheeks flushed a little. "Yes. Not today, but someday when I'm not already sore from your cock."

"Sienna, that's..." I didn't know what else to do but kiss her again. I didn't deserve her, she was too good for me. "You're always a good girl for me."

She released my lips and pulled back to look at me. "That's because I love you."

Warmth filled my belly. "I love you too. So much, it hurts."

Without question, she offered me her mouth again, filling me with her sweetness, and I took control, delving my tongue.

After a moment, I pulled back to take a breath. God, she was beautiful. My body grew weak with desire. "Ride me," I murmured, shameless in my need for her. "Make love to me, let me feel you, be one with you."

"Tristan..."

"Do it." I pleaded, lifting her hips with effortless ease and fixing myself in her entrance. "Take me."

Her hands went into my hair and she pulled my mouth to hers just as she sunk down on my cock, taking every inch of me inside her all at once.