“You’re going to have to marry me. I promised Beau.”
Her face looks stricken. “But you don’t love me. You think I’m too young, too…I don’t know.”
“You are too much for me. Too young. Too beautiful. Too smart. But I have to have you. When I found you in the basement of my office building, I knew you would belong to me in some way, but I didn’t know what that really meant. I just knew you were going to be someone very important to me.”
“I’m only twelve years younger. It’s not like you’re some old man with one step in the nursing home.”
My dick pulses in excited agreement. I definitely don’t feel old. I gave you an opportunity to go off to college, but now that I’ve had you, I can’t allow you to leave. To find someone else.” Her fingers have grown warm. I kiss them again before dragging her whole body onto my lap. “My love for you might be wrong, but I won’t give you up. Last night, in your delirium, you said I shouldn’t hurt you anymore, but the only way that will happen is if we marry and I can plunder your soft depths every night. I’m sorry, Lila, but your time is up. You belong to me now.”
She licks her lips and then leans close, planting the softest kiss on my mouth. “I don’t want to go anywhere or find someone else so long as I can have you.”
“You own me, body and soul. I want to hold you every day and every night. You won’t ever go without so long as you are with me, Lila.” I thrust my fingers into her hair and tip her head back so that I can plunge my tongue into the deep recesses of her mouth. When we surface for air, she grips me by the cheeks.
“Say it, Drix.”
My mouth curves up at the corners. “Say what? That you’re beautiful? That when I look at you, I get hard? That the thought of you interrupts my business day and has caused countless sleepless nights?”
“No. I mean, yes, all of those, but say the other thing,” she demands.
“That I love you?”
She melts. “Yes.”
“I do. I have. I was probably born loving you, and it took me twenty-eight years to find you. That’s why I can’t wait any longer, even though you’re so yo—"
She slaps a finger over my mouth. “Every time you say that, you have to put a quarter in the swear jar.”
“We don’t have a swear jar,” I say against her fingers.
“We will.” She hops off my lap and goes to the cupboards, where she finds a large beer mug. “This will do for now.” She wriggles her fingers. “Give me.”
“I don’t have a quarter.” I’m not sure what those even look like.
Lila rolls her eyes. “Of course, you don’t.” She digs her fingers into her pocket and produces a coin. “There. I’ve paid for you. You owe me.”
“Yeah, I do.” I lean against the counter and survey my bride-to-be. In the sunlight, she looks like the prettiest flower. Her hair is glowing, and her eyes are bright. The curves of her figure, sexy and lovely, beg for my touch. Tonight, then, when I return home, I’ll take her and give her those orgasms she begged for.