Fifty Shades of Romanoff

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"Do you have ice cream at home?" I spoke out my random cravings.

"No I don't think so."

"Excuse me sir." I knocked on the divider as it slowly rolled down showing the driver. "Can you take us to the nearest grocery store please and thanks." I ask pleased with myself.

"What do you think your doing?" She looked amused by my antics.

"I want ice cream." I shrugged "like really bad."

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"I haven't been to a grocery store in so long." Natasha mumbled as we walked along the aisles with our now full cart of multiple snacks, mainly for me.

"That explains the no food in your house." We walked down the frozen aisle as I grab some mint chip and vanilla ice cream. I would've gotten a little wild with my flavours but there wasn't much to choose from.

"I'm always at work so I just hired a shopper that does it for me." I look over at the red head as her eyes look around the store in awe. She looked like a kid in the candy store.

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"Are we finally gonna go home now?" Natasha leaned into my side as I looked out the window watching the sun start to set.

"Oh so now I'm the one making the plans?"

"I kinda stopped caring where we went the minute we stepped into the grocery store.

I placed the multiple bags of groceries down on the kitchen island as we began putting them all away. I have to admit, shopping with a billionaire makes it a lot more fun because you never have to blink an eye at the prices of things.

I opened up the tub of frozen sweetness scooping some into a bowl while Natasha went and changed out of her work clothes.

I swivelled around in my seat digging into my ice cream. I love ice cream. It was like sex dancing around in my mouth.

Footsteps down the hall caught my attention as Natasha walked over to me. My eyes raked over her appearance her body now covered in satin shorts and a tank top.

She looked sexy.

My eyebrows pinched together when something in my mind clicked.

"How come your pyjama shirt looks like the one I wore to work today?" I looked down at the satin tank top I stole from her this morning realizing it was the same shirt just a different colour.

A bubble of laughter erupted out of her mouth as she tried to hide it with her hand.

"You seemed so pleased with your outfit this morning and I didn't want to dampen your spirits."

"Natasha Romanoff." I stood up panicking. "You let me wear a pyjama shirt all day?!"

"What? I thought it looked good." Her eyes looked over my appearance hungrily.

Gosh you know your rich when your pj fits also look like work clothes.

We sat beside each other at the counter chatting about the first things that came to mind.

"You seemed a little off today."

I looked at her quizzically. "Why does everyone keep saying that today." My voice came off defensive. "Is it really so bad for me to focus on my work without any distractions."

"No trust me I really appreciate your work ethic. It's just I thought you wanted to be subtle about us."

"I do." I cut in not understanding what she's trying to get at here.

"We'll your constant stuttering and shying away in my presence isn't exactly subtle." She smirked as I instantly felt back on the question burner.

I cleared my throat "not my fault you have an affect on me. I mean can you blame me? It's kinda hard to focus when you look so damn good all the time."

It's especially sexy knowing I can have such a powerful intimidating woman writhing beneath my touch as well. It's funny, I think my confidence boosted knowing that even though so many people gawk at her constantly, I'm the one who gets to spend my nights with her. Was I ever gonna tell her that? Absolutely not. But I couldn't help but have that mindset every time my eyes met her own.

"How's the ice cream?" She eyed my half eaten bowl as it slowly began melting.

"So good." I put another spoonful of it in my mouth quietly moaning. "You sure you don't want any?" I flicked my spoon at her as ice cream flew into her bare chest.

"Did you just throw ice cream at me?" She looked down about to stand up and grab a napkin.

"Oops my bad let me clean that up for you Ms Romanoff." I stood in between her legs licking a long stripe up her neck as her head titled backwards at my actions.

"God Y/n." She sighed and I couldn't help but grin at the affect I had on her as well.

Why is it so attractive when powerful woman also have a soft spot.

"I'm gonna go get a shower thanks for the ice cream." I could tell she was disappointed by my sudden absence. "You could always join me if you'd like." I hummed turning my head around to watch as she quickly chased after me.

I'm assuming you can all tell what happened next.