“Do you need some time to think?” he asked.
Time to think?
No. That was probably the last thing she needed. What she needed was to start living.
“No,” she whispered. She shook her head. “No, that’s not what I need. I want to dive in. I want to start this life together even if this is a bit of a crazy way to start it, hiding out in a cabin from a man that seems to want to kill me.”
“Actually, I think this is a good way to start. Just the two of us, well, and your babies. But we can concentrate on each other fully. Without other distractions. I can keep your phone for you, screen your messages and calls. Give you a break from life. If you want to spend most of your time in Little headspace, you can. If we want to spend the whole day in bed together, we can. If we want to spend the entire day naked, we can.”
Holy moly.
She wanted to do that. She wasn’t sure what she wanted more, though.
All of the above.
“My Bébé likes the idea of that. Doesn’t she?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, what?” he asked.
“Yes, Papa,” she said, wriggling on his lap. “I likes the idea of that.”
“Such a good girl for Papa. I’m going to have to make sure I reward her.”
“I know how. I know how!” She put her hand up in the air.
Yikes. What are you doing? You’re acting like a bit of a goof.
“How?” he asked. He didn’t look at her like she was an idiot as she dropped her hand. No, he looked almost indulgent.
“By not spanking me!”
“Oh, you think your reward should be not getting a punishment you earned?”
“A get out of punishment free card!” she told him excitedly. She was on to something here. She could be as naughty as she liked as long as she was a good girl afterward.
“Unfortunately, that’s not how punishment works,” he told her. “If you earn a punishment, there’s no getting out of it. No matter how good you are.”
“Well, that sucks,” she grumbled. “What will my good girl reward be, though?”
“Hmm, well, I thought it might consist of my mouth on your pussy making you come until you scream at me to stop. But if that’s not something you’re interested in . . .”
“It is! It is!” She practically jumped up and down on his lap until he grasped hold of her hips.
“Oomph,” he said. “Let’s try not to hit my balls today, yeah?”
“Oh, sorry, Papa.”
Okay, that slid out surprisingly easy. And she really liked the way it sounded.
“It’s all right. I can tell you’re excited by the idea of me eating you out.”
Oh Lord.
Her cheeks had to be so red. She was certain of it. Maya let out a deep breath. “I don’t know, Papa. Are you any good at it?”
“Well, the French are excellent at kissing. And I’m not just talking about kisses on these lips.” He touched her mouth.
