Page 61 of Sinful King
“We need to set some boundaries on what’s allowed now that we’re married and partners.”
His eyes met mine and I could see his distaste for what I said.
“Boundaries? Elaborate.”
I sighed.
How were we going to do this?
“You can’t do whatever you want, Sean. There’s rules and the delegation has a fucking lot of them, by the way. Going through my financials’ is fine, hacking into Jaslyn’s is another. Tell me you didn’t do that and we’re good.”
“I didn’t do anything,” he replied slowly. “Tadhg did. He’d be proud, by the way.”
I frowned.
“What do you mean by that?”
He started toward the bedroom door with a smile on his face.
“Nothing, mo ghrá. I understand your point. Thank you for keeping me in check. Meet me downstairs when you’re ready.”
Mmm. What was that about?
I shook it off, finished dressing and met him downstairs. As expected, breakfast waited for me.
“I’m not hungry, little deer.”
He shook his head before the words had a chance to settle.
“You’re never hungry, beautiful goddess.”
I slid onto a stool and admired the way he moved around the kitchen to fill my plate.
“I’ll share with you,” he went on, setting it between us as he took a seat. “As long as you eat some of it.”
He handed me a piece of bacon and I bit into it, gaze still following his movements like a puppy.
“Maybe I should have my birth control implant removed…” the suggestion had left my lips before I could stop it. “To get my appetite back,” I added. “I’ve gotten used to it but…”
Sean put a piece of pineapple to my lips and I took it.
“Whatever you want to do is what you should do, Amoy,” he said, feeding cantaloupe to me next. “Sounds like you tryna have my baby though.”
I laughed, the sound sputtering out of me.
“I mean eventually, yeah.”
His eyes met mine.
Obviously I wanted to have his babies and it’s true I’d gotten on birth control after an unexpected miscarriage shook me to the core…shook us.
“But not right now?”
With my head in my hand, I stared at the man I loved deeply for most of my life.
“Not right now. We have a lot to do, don’t we?”
“We do,” he agreed, feeding me a forkful of scrambled eggs. “If you take out the implant, then what?”
