“Why me?” He breathes the question out, and I feel theweightof it. He really needs the answer.Needsit.
I twist my body to fully face him. “Because you are the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. Because you’re the most reliable. You’re strong.” I bring my hands behind his neck. “You make me feel safe. And more than that, I know you can keep me safe.” Then I say with a shrug, “I just trust you.”
His arms shoot up and wrap around my body. He brings his forehead to mine. “You make me feel like fuckin’ Superman.” He swallows roughly. “Like some sort of a hero.”
“Because you are.” I gently massage his neck with my fingers. “You save people for a living.” My voice turns into a whisper. “You saved me.”
“Fuck, baby.” He covers my lips with his in a quick but deep kiss. After only a moment, he pulls away. “We can do that again, right?” he asks hopefully, making me laugh.
“Yes. We can do it casually.”
His arms around me turn to steel. “What do you mean casually?”
“I’ve never had casual before, so it’d be fun to try.” I shrug shyly.
“The fuck you will.” His nostrils flare as his eyes narrow at me. “If we do this, we are exclusive. Do you understand?”
I’ve never heard him talk to me like this, and I expect fear to strike me. But instead, heat pools between my legs. “You don’t share?”
“I do.” His curt response turns my insides into acid. “But I’m not sharing you.” His presses his lips tightly, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
“Alright.” I wiggle. “But I’m not sharing you either.”
“You won’t have to.” He responds a little offensively, like the idea of him having someone else during our arrangement offends him.
“Deal.” I nod.
“Deal.” He smacks my ass and pushes me away from his lap. “Let me finish my food, woman, or we’re gonna fuck like rabbits again if you keep wiggling your sweet ass.”
My eyes widen as I hear him speak like that. I was never into a dirty talk, but turns out, maybe I am. Character development?
While we finish our food, I fix Mark another sandwich, and Ghost trudges into the kitchen. He loudly sniffs the air and sneezes, making us laugh. He sure doesn’t like the smell of his daddy making love.
Two hours later, we’re chilling on the couch and watching TV. It’s some mystery show, which I would absolutely love if not for the hard cock under my cheek. I’m lying on Mark’s lap, and his dick is literally poking into my cheek. I pull up and shoot him a glare.
“Is it always like this?” I ask, sarcasm dripping from my voice. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like sarcasm is a language he’s fluent in, because he swallows and looks away in shame. “Mark.”
He keeps watching the wall.
“Mark!” I bark louder and grab his chin, turning his face toward me. “What just happened?” The skin above his beard is pink. It would be adorable if I didn’t know that he’s really ashamed. “What happened, babe?”
I momentarily stun myself by using a pet name.
“I have a problem, Alicia,” he answers with a sigh. “I have a high libido and too much fuckin’ testosterone.”
“A problem?” I blink, not understanding.
“I’m always fuckin’ hard. That’s the problem.” He nods at his lap. “Especially when you’re around.”
I laugh hysterically. Even my eyes water. He thinks he’s scaring me off, when in reality, he’s giving me a compliment. Silly man. When I’m finally done, I face his stone-cold eyes. I sober up and wipe my tears away. “I’m sorry, but I don’t see how it’s a problem.”
“Here.” He points at his dick. “You’re lying next to me, we’re watching a movie, and I’m hard. All I can think about is fucking you. All the time. Does it still not sound like a problem to you?”
“Hmm. Let me think.” I dramatically tap my finger on my chin before replying. “No.”
“Right.” He snorts and pulls a pillow over his lap. “You just had sex for the first time in forever. You are sore, so nothing else is happening.” He points at his lap. “It’s painful.” His anger deflates, but not his cock.
“You do know there are other ways, right?” A note of interest flickers in his eyes. “I’ve doneso-o-omuch research while writing my books.”
