"I think we made a mess.."

Delilah laughed before Donovan slipped out of her and gazed down at the mess dribbling down her thighs and onto the floor.

"I'm not sure I've ever come so hard in my life," he confessed.

"Oh, stop.." Delilah batted at him with her hand, "All this time?"

Donovan was serious, though. He was still seeing stars after climaxing with her—every..single...time.

"Stay..." Donovan said before reaching over and grabbing some wipes, "Even after my boys are grown, I somehow end up with hygienic wipes around the house."

He cleaned her up and then himself, watching as she slid off the counter and started to clean up the floor, but Donovan dragged her away.

"You're my guest, Del," he said, "And it's my mess."

Delilah blushed, having been so used to cleaning up after everyone around her.

"So....another bath?"

"I cannot believe how huge your house it!" Delilah said after they exited one of the downstairs baths, "I mean...it just keeps going."

Donovan chuckled, while Delilah swatted at him and rolled her eyes.

"I guess I can say the same for you," she stuck her tongue out at him as they made their way to the family room, "Wow...I love the woodwork here."

"Thank you," Donovan said, watching her peruse the bookshelves, "I designed it myself."

Delilah spun around, "You did?"

"I did. I designed all of the homes in this neighborhood."

"All of them? They're extravagant!" Delilah beamed, "Was this a project of yours?"

"Yes, through Lucci. The city was doing absolutely nothing with the land and we kept it secured and maintained, but then we said we could build anything—hospital, school...they didn't budge until I really wanted to settle down so I bought it—well, the company did and then we built the homes."

"Are they all the same layout?"

"Not at all," Donovan shook his head, "I wanted people to feel good in their homes—like it was the only place in the world that had certain fixtures. Now, if someone in the neighborhood wants an add-on or off they come to us."

Delilah could have listened to him recite the alphabet and she would have gladly sat there by his side all day to do it. Donovan enjoyed having her to talk to because he'd become lonelier than even he thought.

Melanie had been right—and his boys—and Les...

"What made you get into photography?"

"It's an escape," Delilah told him, "Which is weird because I take photographs of real things. I always enjoyed being outside of my home—it was a good childhood, but my siblings and I grew up in a small house and had to share a bedroom until Dean was of age and moved to the basement. Being outside was amazing until winter came."

"These winters are brutal," Donovan said, "I had a good childhood. I do miss my boys being little sometimes,but they've grown up to be such anazing, young men. I'm proud of them, even though this nostalgia hits me like a ton of bricks. I am so sorry,Del. I certainly don't mean to sour the mood."

"You aren't souring anything," Delilah said, "I want you to talk to me about whatever you feel like talking about. I've...I don't like bringing up my history, but you're so easy to talk to that I feel like it wouldn't bother you."

Donovan smiled wider, "It doesn't. I could listen to your voice all day."

Or forever..he thought to himself.

"Well, what else do you,-" Delilah glanced out the window and into Donovan's backyard, "Is that a pool?"

"Wanna check it out?"

"Yes!"

Donovan escorted Delilah to the back yard that seemed to stretch for miles.

"We definitely didn't want to cut down any trees," Donovan said of the forest behind his home, "We avoided that at all costs. The city had already done that, hence the empty lot."

"It's beautiful," Delilah said, "Please don't tell me you designed this pool."

"I did," Donovan chuckled, reaching for a switch next to the back sliding door, "Watch this."

With one flip, the entire room seemed to close in on them, but it wasn't that at all. A roof and sides were brought up electronically to now make it an indoor pool.

"Oh my...God!" Delilah's eyes widened, "This is magnificent! How...what...I can't breathe."

The delight that Delilah felt exuded from her and into Donovan's soul. She wasn't used to this and that's what he wanted—a woman who wouldn't expect it, but was definitely deserving of it like Delilah.

"Viola!" Donovan smiled, "And now we won't have anyone spying on us when I fuck you in the pool."

Delilah turned to face him, "In the pool.."

"You don't have a problem with getting a little wet, do you?"

"I am already wet..."

Donovan began to untie his robe as Delilah roamed his movements with her curious eyes. Dropping the robe to the floor, Donovan stepped closer to her and caressed her face with his knuckles.

"Good, because I plan on keeping you wet the entire time you're here."