I was already awake when my alarm went off.
I grabbed my phone and turned off the obnoxious sound while her head rested on my shoulder. Her hair stuck to my damp body, and her fingers grazed over my hard stomach, letting the drops of sweat stick to her fingertips.
Fuck, I was tired.
But fuck, it was worth it.
She placed a few kisses on my chest before she got out of bed, her perfect ass shaking with her movements as she strutted out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. Her long brown hair hung down her back, the ends clumped together because they were soaked in sweat—hers or mine.
I watched her go, fully satisfied but always hooked.
When she was gone, I spoke to myself. “Damn.” I had a heathen in my bed, a woman who liked to fuck like a man, and knowing she only wanted me made it so much better. Liam had given her an ultimatum, but the first thing she did was run to me. Liam was the past, and I was the future.
I finally forced my sore muscles to respond and get my ass out of my bed and into the bathroom. She was already in the shower, helping herself to whatever she wanted. It was the first time she’d done that, brought her things over so she could shower and head to work in the morning.
I came up behind her then got my head under the running water to clean myself off. I smelled like sex and sweat, my dick drenched in the sweet tang of her pussy.
She gave me room, her fingers rubbing shampoo deep into her scalp. Then she grabbed my bar of soap and cleaned herself off, about to smell like me before she went off to work in a tight skirt and pumps.
I’d never had a woman in my life like this, where she was an extension of myself. She was the woman in my bed but also my friend. I supposed it was like a relationship…at least the beginning of one.
“Tired?” She tipped her head back and rinsed everything out of her strands.
“Yes.”
“Good. Then I did my job right.”
I smiled slightly, loving her confidence. Most women waited for me to take the lead, to do all the work every time. But she wanted to fulfill my fantasies the way I fulfilled hers. She wanted me to be addicted to her the way she was addicted to me. “A million times over.”
We finished in the shower, and like a domestic couple, we used the two sinks in front of the mirror, brushing our teeth, styling our hair, and getting ready for the day. A towel was wrapped around her chest, and mine was around my waist. Sometimes I glanced at her in the mirror, seeing the way she plumped her lips before she drew her lipstick along the curves. She rubbed them together before running her fingers through her now-dry hair.
Even watching her get ready was hot.
When we were finished, I grabbed my keys and wallet. “I’ll drive you home.” I adjusted my tie then checked the time on my watch before I dropped my phone into the pocket of my slacks.
“I’m running late. Could you drop me off at the hotel?” She zipped up her bag and put it over her shoulder.
“Sure.” I took her bag off her shoulder and carried it for her.
She gave me the brightest smile I’d ever seen.
We went to my car downstairs, and I pulled onto the road, my engine roaring because it was a souped-up sports car, a two-seater with bulletproof windows and an acceleration that could beat any other car on the road. My arm rested on the center console while my hand shifted the gears, switching up and down, depending on where we were in the city.
Her arm hooked through mine, and her fingers pressed through my crisp suit to my biceps underneath.
I kept my eyes on the road but felt a slight smile enter the corner of my mouth. This woman made me feel like a superhero, with powerful fucking abilities. Hades always treated me like I was garbage, and even Sofia had talked down to me a couple times. My father questioned everything I did, and my sister always gave me a hard time. But Annabella…she made me feel like a goddamn badass.
I pulled up to the roundabout of the Tuscan Rose and put the car in park.
“Thanks for the ride.” She leaned over the center console and kissed me goodbye. It was more than just a simple peck, but a deep kiss that probably smeared her red shade all over the corner of my mouth. She gripped my arm as she did it, like she would pull me into the back seat if there were one.
“You earned it.”
She smiled before she stepped out of my car, the bag over her shoulder as she strutted to the entryway. She was doing the walk of shame with her overnight bag, but the confidence in her posture and the sway of her hips indicated she didn’t give a shit.