“Has been for a number of years, and me, coming from a background of uncertainty and lack of security, I know the kind of anxiety not feeling safe can lead to, and I take every customer’s requests personally and create custom made solutions so they can sleep peacefully at night, knowing their businesses are secure and their loved ones are safe.”
“Speaking of loved ones, why haven’t you ever married?”
“I didn’t know it at the time, but I was waiting for the right woman.”
“I see.”
There’s a pause where neither of us says anything and all I can think of is for her to break a rule so I can bend her over this desk and spank her again, my hand needing to feel her skin again.
“I better go,” I say, jumping out of my chair before I do something that stops me from leaving. Security first, then we will have our time together.
“How long will you be gone?” she asks, stepping in front of me as I move toward the door.
“I’ll be back tomorrow, most likely.”
“Will you kiss me before you go?”
I want to grab her arms and pull her in tight, but I’m not touching her arms until those bruises heal. Instead, I cup her face and lower myself down so I’m eye to eye with her. “I would like nothing more,” I say, and my lips come crashing down on hers.
But what should be a simple goodbye kiss lingers, and I feel my tongue demanding to explore her mouth just as I feel her tongue doing the same to my mouth.
The kiss gets more heated and I pull back, filled with need and desire that would have exploded into something more had our lips stayed locked just a single second longer.
“I’ll be back, Little Treat. I promise.”
I kiss her on the forehead and sidestep her, moving toward the door and making sure not to look back, because if I do I know there’s no way I’m leaving.
I’m staying here and filling her with the seed of our first born. And as much as I want that the time’s not right…yet.
11
Hannah
I spend the rest of the day jumping every time I hear a noise coming from anywhere near the front door. I just want Henry back, and to know nothing bad happened to him and my ex-boss, not that Henry can’t hold his own.
My ex-boss is no slouch in the size department, well over six foot with a lot of weight, but not anywhere near as carved as Henry. My ex-boss looked like the kind of guy who worked out a lot until he hit about thirty, then just let himself go.
Henry looks like he chops down trees, wrestles bears, and definitely knows his way around a weight room.
Speaking of weights, I need to exercise myself. But something about all this amazing food here isn’t really making that a priority.
I park myself in the kitchen and make my way through a couple pieces of pumpkin pie before I pace around the house…only to find that there’s bags and bags of Halloween candy left over from last night.
Oh my…candy corn. I start popping them into my mouth until my tummy hurts, before I put the bag down…only to pick it right back up again.
“You’ve got quite the sweet tooth,” I hear and my head jerks around.
“Henry!”
I jump out of my seat and my eyes dart around the room.
“Just like any good restaurant there’s a back entrance to the kitchen,” he says, reading my thoughts exactly.
Without thinking I run and jump into his arms. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I must weigh a ton right now.”
“Light as a feather,” he says, carrying me back to the table, where he grabs the plastic pumpkin full of candy and then carries me out of the kitchen as I kiss his face everywhere.
“I’m going to be so fat and bloated now. I’m sorry. I made a bad decision, it’s just…I’m so stupid sometimes.”