by Alison Kent
She didn't think she'd seen anything straight since meeting him. But she didn't care. Not if it meant having him in her life forever.
"Would that someone be me?" she finally squeaked out. He nodded.
"Because you love me?"
He grinned. "Yeah. And admitting that's the easiest thing I've done in awhile."
She couldn't help it. She giggled. "Then say it again."
"Sit in my lap first," he said, shifting his hips to prod her with his penis, which had grown erect.
She shook her head. "Don't even think about it, mister. You're hurt."
He rolled over onto his back, wincing as he gave her full access. "I'll be hurting more if you don't."
And only because she wanted him so very very much, loved him so very very much, did she follow his instructions to the letter, deciding she could get used to being ordered around if it meant giving them both this much pleasure.
Eyes closed, Julian pulled in a hiss of a breath as she settled over him. The tendons in his neck stood out in sharp relief with his strain for control. "Don't move. Don't even think about it. Just sit there like a good woman for a minute or two or forever."
Male chauvinist man that she loved. Oh, but he felt so good when he filled her. When he loved her. Though, sitting still was probably just as hard on her. "I sit here much longer, we could starve, you know."
His eyes flew open. The grin that spread over his face was the final straw in securing her heart.
"Oh no, we won't." He patted the mattress above his head with one palm, searching for the pillows and slipping his hand beneath.
He rattled what sounded like plastic, way too pleased with himself as he found the secret stash he was looking for. "Here ya go."
And then of all the things he could have done, he fed her a chocolate chip cookie.