“Tiger.” He outlined the curve of my hips with his hands. “What me being your man means is I would never want to take the skater out of you. What it means is I’m going to take care of you in all the ways you need and that I see fit. It means sometimes I’m going to make love to you, and sometimes I’m going to spank your ass and fuck you dirty.” He leaned over my back, brushing my hair over my shoulder. I shivered from his touch and the things he was saying. “It meanseveryoneis going to know you’re with me and I’m all about you. As your man, if anyone fucks with you, I willendthem. I love you.”
“I love you too, Theodore.” I was panting from the seductive promises he’d whispered and almost swooning from the sweet. God, this man did it for me.
Theo’s erection slotted between my cheeks, and I groaned, my toes already curling. Then he smacked me between my legs, and I almost shot through the ceiling.
“My baby wants to play,” he crooned.
“I want my man to play with me.”
“Gladly.”
My eyes rolled back in my head when he started his version of playtime. Yeah, this whole being in love and having a boyfriend thing was going to work for me. It was going to work for me in every way.