Page 23 of Stay With Me
“Nothing.” I smile. “I just like seeing you eat.”
“Really?” She raises an eyebrow. “Why?”
I shrug. “I like watching you do just about anything. Especially if it’s cumming around my cock.” I give her a dangerous look, loving how her eyes heat. “Mostly, I just like taking care of you.”
“Oh,” she whispers, looking down at her food. But I don’t miss her small smile.
“I got something for you. I want you to wear it for dinner tonight,” I tell her. I go over to the closet, pulling out a garment bag and a little black gift bag.
“You did?” she asks as I come back with the items. “Roman.” Her eyes widen. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”
“I wanted to.” I lay the garment bag over the back of the chair.
To pass the time until I saw Ava again, I went shopping. I wanted to get something for her. I have this urge to spoil her, to shower her with nice things. Not for any reason, just because I want to. But I didn’t go too crazy because I wasn’t sure how she would react or if she would feel uncomfortable.
Unzipping the bag, I carefully pull out the dress and hold it up for her to see. “Oh my god, Roman,” she whispers. “That is stunning.” It’s a velvet, burgundy, off-the-shoulder dress with a slit that goes right up to the hip.
“I’d like you to wear it tonight. If you want to, of course. The restaurant we’re going to has a dress code, and... well, I had some time to kill while waiting for you last night.”
“Are you sure?” she asks, reaching out to run her fingers over the fabric.
“Yes, Princess, I’m sure.”
“Okay.” She nods. “I’d love to wear it.”
Happy with her response, I put the dress away and show her the next bag. Inside are three items. First, I pull out the rectangle box, and then the smaller square box. “To go with the dress.”
“Roman,” she says warily.
“Princess, you’re mine, are you not?” I ask her, raising a brow. She hesitates but nods. “I like to spoil what is mine.” To be honest, I’ve never had a woman to spoil because I was never with one who I wanted to pursue a relationship with.
I know Ava isn’t after my money, at least not in this way. She’s not the kind of woman who is into the lavish lifestyle—that, I already know. It’s why she’s turned down a lot of the trips Tasha has invited her to come on over the years.
Tasha said she thought Ava felt like a burden, someone we pitied. That couldn’t be any further from the truth. Ava deserves the best in life, and dammit, I really want to be the one who gives it to her.
She won’t take the boxes, so I place them down on the table. “Fine,” she sighs and opens the rectangle box. Pride swells in me when I see how her eyes light up. She runs her fingers over the pearl necklace. “It’s so pretty.” She smiles. “I love it.”
“Good.” I nod with a grin. “Now, the other.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replies playfully. A smile stretches across her lips as she rolls her eyes and grabs the smaller box.
Swallowing down a growl, I shift in my spot, my cock thickening under the robe. It’s so wrong—I know—her calling me Daddy. I have a daughter her age, for fuck’s sake. And I’ve never been into being called that; any other time a woman did it, it has put me off immediately.
But Ava? Coming from her lips, it’s pure pleasure.
Ava is oblivious to my thoughts and the state of my cock as she opens the box, holding a pair of diamond earrings. “This is too much.” Her eyes flick up to mine as she blinks at me owlishly.
“Nothing is too much for my princess,” I reassure her, softening my voice. Her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. “I think they would all look wonderful with the dress.”
“I do, too. And I have the perfect black pair of heels to go with it.” She looks up at me and narrows her eyes. “You didn’t get me heels, did you?”
“No,” I chuckle. Only because I didn’t know her foot size, and I wasn’t sure what style she would like. I didn’t want her to be in a pair of shoes she would be uncomfortable in. But if she told me she had nothing to wear with the dress after I gave her my gifts, I would have asked her what size and style she liked and gone right on out to buy her a pair.
She looks back down at the jewelry. “Thank you, Roman. I love them.”
“I’m glad, Princess.” I lean over and capture her lips in mine. She moans softly, making my cock throb. If we had the time, I’d tell her to get on her knees and suck me off. But I don’t want to ruin this moment. And fuck me, I wish I could have a million more like this—mornings where I wake up next to Ava after a night of worshiping her body. To care for her, feed her, and just be with her. My heart aches for it.
Not wanting to depress myself, I grab the last item in the bag. “One more thing.”