After taking a long hot bath with Ronan slowly and sensually rubbing down in the best smelling body wash ever, he dries me off, puts me in a silk teddy, and puts me to bed. I was expecting something in the sexual department, but he says that I need to rest. I agree. I’ve been working so hard that I don’t know the difference between day and night most of the time. It can be exhausting at times to work in a bar, but it’s better than being a waitress.
Once I’m tucked into bed, Ronan goes off and comes back with a glass of water. I also notice a small bottle in his hand.
“Here, sweetie, take this.” He opens the bottle and a pill balls into his hand.
“What is it?” Oh, God, is he into drugs?
I guess the look on my face is priceless because he chuckles.
“It’s just Melatonin.”
“Yeah, it’ll help you sleep a little better. When we’ve slept in the same better together, I’ve noticed that you toss and turn a bit.”
“Do I? I guess that’s why I still feel a little tired when I wake up.
I take the pill from his hand and pop it into my mouth before drinking the water. When I’m done, Ronan takes the glass from me and sets it on the nightstand before sliding into bed with me. He has on pajama pants with no shirt and honestly, I could look at him like this for hours on end. He’s just so built for someone his age. He takes good care of himself. I never thought I’d look at an older man the way I do him, but I guess anything is possible these days.
Sliding down under the covers, Ronan pulls me closer and I lay my hand on his warm, slightly hairy chest. I fight the urge to play with his chest hair so instead, I just trace circles over his skin. We lay there quietly, but the thoughts in my mind are very loud. I want sex. I know we’ve fooled around, gotten each other off and so on, but I’m ready for the next level. Ronan himself told me that I would have to make the decision to have sex, but do I do it now? I know I could easily look at him and order him to ravish me, but I just don’t think it’s the right time. Plus, I just took a Melatonin. I couldn’t imagine falling asleep while he was eating me out. That would be awful.
So I decide to wait. I’ll know when the moment is right for sex with Ronan, but hopefully, that moment comes sooner than later. I don’t know how long I can go without having him buried inside of me. Mmm, just the thought of it causes my lady bits to clench.
“And what are you thinking about, baby girl?”
Ronan breaks my sexual thought process, running his fingers over my shoulder.
“Nothing, just laying here. I’m happy that you want to spend three days with me. I’ve never had a guy want to spend so much time with me.” I giggle.
“Ah, but I’m not just some guy. I would think you’d realized that by now.”
“Oh, I most definitely have.”
“Good. If you forget though, I have several ways to remind you.” His deep penetrating voice makes me bite my lip. Even though his calm tone, I catch the sexual undertone. I’m glad I’m not the only one thinking about sex.
I don’t respond to what he says. I just snuggle closer to him, throwing one leg over his. It’s funny how comfortable I’ve become with Ronan. He makes it so easy which brings up the question, why didn’t it work out with his other sugar babies?
I don’t really have the energy to ask because, from the hot bath alone, I’m dozing off into what will most likely be the best sleep I’ve gotten in forever.
As I’m falling asleep, I feel Ronan’s hand grazing over my thigh, caressing it slowly. It’s comforting and as I focus on the movement, I slip into a deep sleep.
The next morning, I wake to the soft feeling of someone breathing on the back of my neck. My eyes flutter open, softly and I shift a little. I quickly realize that I feel incredibly rested for someone who went to sleep hella late. When my eyes flicker over to the clock, I see why. It’s 1 in the afternoon. I’ve never slept this late even on my off days. I don’t know if it was just pure exhaustion or the Melatonin, but I slept great.
Wanting to get a start on the day, I slide out of bed without waking Ronan and head to the bathroom to freshen up before doing some Yoga in his backyard again.
20 minutes later, I’m in yoga pants and a sports bra standing on my mat. Poolside, I do Sun Salutation even though it’s afternoon. When I’m warmed up, I move into a few poses as my skin soaks up the sun beaming down. Yoga here is so much better than yoga on my rooftop.
I don’t know why, but as I’m sitting in a mermaid pose, I wonder if I could ever settle down with someone like Ronan. Is there a possibility that he wants me to be his forever? Suddenly, it dawns on me. Ronan probably left his past sugar babies for wondering the same thing. They probably thought they would be the one who makes his settle down. It’s obvious that it didn’t happen for them and won’t happen for me. I just met the man and I’m already thinking foolish things. In this sort of arrangement, I need to keep my guard up. I can’t fall in love with Ronan. It would ruin me
Sighing, I let myself out of the pose and move on to the pigeon pose. As much as I don’t want to think about falling for Ronan, I know the possibility is there. It’s easy for me to fall for someone like him since I’ve never experienced anyone like him. He’s sweet and dominant at the same time. He makes me feel safe at all times. The money is just a perk. I could easily do without it and still feel the same.
“Don’t fucking fall for him, Lina. Be detached. Be open but closed at the same time. He’s not yours to have.” I whisper to myself, feeling the zen slip away from me as I relax my hips in a simple butterfly pose. I wasn’t planning on only working on opening my hips during this session, but I guess my body knows that if I have sex with Ronan, I need to be stretched.
Once I’m done and slightly sweating, I go back into the house and find Ronan in the kitchen, cutting strawberries.
“Hey, sunshine. How was yoga?”
“It was good.”
“Good, I saw you out of the window. I don’t know how you do that with your body.”
Walking over to him, I take a strawberry.
“I can do a lot with my body.” I give Ronan a little wink before biting the juicy piece of fruit.
Ronan gives me this look before simply shaking his head.
“I may have to inquire about that later. I also saw you talking to yourself. What was that about?”
If I’d known he was watching me, I’d left that pep talk out of my afternoon yoga.
“Nothing much. Just repeating some affirmations. Reminding myself to breathe deeply and such.” Pulled that lie out of thin air.
“Nice. You seem very…free for someone who works in a bar.”
“Yeah, I have to retain some of my spirit while working there. It can drain you.”
I take another piece of fruit before hopping up on the counter a few inches away from the bowl he’s putting the fruit in.
“So, what’s on the agenda today?”
“I’m taking you to a special charity dinner tonight. It’s rather formal so I have to call and get you a dress late notice.”
“Oh…I don’t have to go. I don’t think I’d feel comfortable.”
“You’re going.” He says in a stern voice that lets me know that this isn’t up for discussion. Is this a requirement for all his sugar babies? We’re they also forced to go to stuffy rich people events? Probably.
“Okay, what?” He smirks a little.
“Okay, daddy.” I snort, softly. I can’t believe he’s really making me say it.
“Good girl. Now go shower.
Before hopping off the counter, Ronan stops me and points to his cheek. I give it a quick kiss before hopping off and heading upstairs. How is he so bossy yet so sweet at the same time? He basically has me in the palm of his hand. I shouldn’t like it, but I do.