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Would it take just meeting the right girl to walk away from this?

If Ryn asked me to give up this side of me, would I? I had already said I would entertain the thought. Ryn meant the world to me and I knew deep in my heart I would do whatever it took to make her happy.Advertisement

Ryn stepped off the elevator and I followed. It opened right up into the massive open floor plan. “Oh my gosh.” Turning back and looking at me she smiled. “Tristan, why were you not living here? It’s amazing!”

Smiling, I watched as she made her way into the main living area of the condo. She ran her hand along the back of the leather sectional as she looked out the massive wall of windows. The entire condo was lined with windows. No walls at all except in the interior of the condo. The living room had a sectional, a large chair and bookcase that held a seventy-two-inch television and state of the art music center.

Ryn made her way toward the kitchen. “Tristan, this kitchen is beautiful.” Looking over her shoulder, she wiggled her eyebrows as she purred, “Marble countertops. I’ve always wanted to have sex on marble countertops.”

Raising an eyebrow, I whispered, “I can make that want come true.”

Spinning her body around she began walking backward as she giggled. “Really? I wonder what other wants you could grant me?”

“No telling,” I said as I adjusted my dick in my pants that were growing too small by the second.

“Are these commercial grade appliances? What in the world do you need with a six-burner stovetop?”

Shrugging my shoulder, I leaned against the counter. “I don’t know. Might have a party here or something.”

Dropping her mouth open, she asked, “You’ve never had a party here?”

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Feeling my hands start to sweat, I wiped them on my pants. I didn’t want to tell Ryn the only people who had ever been here were Lark and women I brought here to fuck. The last thought caused me to feel sick. How would Ryn feel knowing I had brought women here just to fuck them?

Shaking my head, I cleared my throat. “No. Never had any parties here.”

“Huh, that’s a shame. It would be perfect.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” I mumbled as I pushed off the counter. “There’s more to see.”

Giving me a huge grin, she walked toward me. “Like . . . bedrooms?”

My heart froze before it began pounding. “Um . . . yeah.”

Motioning with her hand, Ryn said, “Lead the way then.”

Turning and heading down a hall, I began rubbing the back of my neck. The closer we got to the playroom, the more anxious I became. Looking over my shoulder, Ryn wrinkled her brow.

“Tristan, if you’re tired or not feeling well, we can go back to my house or just go crash in your room.”

Straining a smile, I shook my head. “No, baby. Let’s finish the tour.”

“O-okay, if you’re sure.”

I pushed open the door to the first guest room. It was decorated in a very simple style that my mom had come up with. The colors were taupe and green.

“Wow, did you decorate this room?”

Letting out a small chuckle, I shook my head. “Hell no. My mom decorated most of this place. Except two rooms. I did those.”

Giving me a sweet grin, Ryn scrounged her nose up. “Well, she did an awesome job. I’m going to have to recruit her help for our place.”

“She’d really love that, Ryn.”

We continued to make our way around the condo. Showing Ryn the media room, she again mentioned how she couldn’t believe I hadn’t had a party here. “Stadium seating for eight plus all the bean bags on the floor. Makes me want to jump in one right now.”

My smile faded as I thought back to Michelle being here one night after I first moved in. She had wanted to see my playroom and be the first to try it out. Try it out we did. Then we moved into here. We had watched porn on the large screen and fucked each other senseless in one of the beanbags. Making a decision to throw all the beanbag chairs away the first chance I got and buy new ones, I led Ryn out of that room.

Another guest room, my office, and the game room were next on the tour. As we walked into each room, Ryn complimented the decorating and repeated how amazing and wonderful the condo was. “There is so much room, it’s unbelievable. No wonder you needed the top floor.”

Giving her a wide grin, I said, “It’s two floors baby.”

Dropping her mouth open, her eyes widened. “You for sure one-upped Lark.”

Tossing my head back, I laughed.

We rounded the corner and came into the den. It faced the west side of the building and the views from this room alone are what sold me on the place. I’d sat in this room plenty of times and watched the sunsets. pqdm.com