Keegan’s still sleeping when I slip out of bed and walk into the en suite bathroom. We never left the house to enjoy the great outdoors last night. We spent the whole time in bed, making love and talking. Laughing. Then we raided the kitchen for sustenance before starting all over again.

It’s the most fun I’ve ever had with a man in my whole life.

Is it sad that I’m on the downslope to thirty and didn’t know that being with a man could be so fun? So good for me?

I turn on the spray in the walk-in shower that’s big enough for a party of four, and as it heats up, I comb out my hair and gather my shampoo, conditioner, and body wash, finally stepping inside the delectable spray.

I’m no stranger to beautiful homes. My parents are wealthy, and their home is full of grandeur, bordering on pompous. Obnoxious, even. They’re all about showing off their wealth, rather than using it for comfort.

That’s not what this house is. Yes, it’s absolutely beautiful, with all of the finest furnishings money can buy. But it’s all been done so the family is comfortable. While absolutely lovely, I’m not afraid to live here. To put my feet on an ottoman or hop up onto the kitchen counter and watch as Keegan whips up an omelet. This home was designed with enjoyment in mind.

I’ve been here for less than twenty-four hours, and I’m more comfortable than I ever was in the many years I lived with my parents.

And I know, deep down, that if I’d married Troy, the same would have been true there. He intended to build a monstrosity of a house to show off to others, not for our comfort.

That would have sucked.

I just finished rinsing the conditioner out of my hair when I feel Keegan join me. He wraps his arms around my waist from behind and kisses the side of my neck.

“Good morning,” he growls.

“Good morning.” I feel him pressed against my back, already hard and ready to go.

Or maybe it’s just morning, and he’s simply hard.

“You left me.”

I laugh and turn in his arms. His eyes are still heavy with sleep. “I woke up and found I needed a hot shower to soothe my muscles after yesterday’s sexcapades.”

“We can sit in the hot tub for that.”

“We tried that last night, and it only led to more sexcapades.”

He laughs and reaches for the soap. “You didn’t seem to mind.”

“Oh, I’m definitely not complaining.” He lathers up his hands and gets to work running them all over my body, starting with my shoulders. In the past, I would have been mortified at the thought of standing naked in front of a man in the shower.