Page 90 of Wishes and Research

Every time I thought I couldn’t blush any harder he helped prove me wrong.

“I thoroughly enjoyed that, but I also enjoy trading blow jobs with you, getting each other off with our hands, and there are endless other things we can do together. So even if we never do this again, we’ll still have a wonderful sex life. If you decide you don’t ever want to bottom, there’s no problem with that either. Why? Why is there no problem with that?”

His tone wasn’t stern but it was no-nonsense enough that I sighed. “Because there are other things we can do.”

“Slightly dramatic, but that’s right.” He gave me a kiss for getting the words out, though. “Now, while you’re being tortured. Do you like it when I play with your ass when I give you a blow job or when I’m playing with you while we cuddle?”

God.

Someone needed to just stab me with a pin like a bug in a collection.

“Yes.” When I didn’t die, I knew I could get out a bit more. “I like that. You…nothing you’ve done makes me nervous.”

It didn’t matter if he was Fraser or Daddy, he always made me feel good.

Ugh.

I needed to tell him that too.

Wiggling so I could hide against his neck, I ignored his quiet snickers. “You always make me feel incredible and I’ve loved everything that we’ve done.”

Kissing his neck as he petted me, I tried not to sigh again but it was hard. “I…well, I didn’t do it very well the first time I tried it, so I decided I wasn’t going to put myself in that position again.”

Daddy groaned. “Baby, you just had a partner who went too fast, who didn’t prep you enough, or who you just didn’t want to do that with to begin with. A lot of men and women don’t do that if it’s not with the right partner.”

Really?

“So you don’t think I was a cold worm?” My question had Daddy huffing and he shifted me higher so he could see my face.

Shoot.

“No.” When I lifted my head on my own, he gave me a kiss and a solemn frown. “You are not a cold worm…even though that’s not a thing and you bug guys don’t get to reinvent language just because you find new insects. It’s cold fish and you are not one of those.”

It was hard not to laugh at that, but since he was serious, I did my best to keep a straight face. “I’ll remember that, Daddy.”

“Good.” He stole another quick kiss before he relaxed his hold and let me hide again. “Because if you keep thinking that, then I’ll have to just prove it to you. I’m already wondering if I could organize my thoughts well enough to show you what I’m feeling when I’m spanking you.”

I couldn’t help the way I sucked in a breath.

Daddy chuckled, and the low, naughty sound sent a shiver through me. “Ha, I heard that. Yes, I’m going to have to figure out how to explain that.”

He was going to start narrating our sex life.

Shit.

Damn it. He made me curse.

Ugh.

“I’m not going to ask what you’re thinking because it looks like I’d have to punish you for it.” Daddy’s teasing frown and stern voice had a shiver racing through me. He managed not to laugh as he nodded slowly. “Yes, that was another naughty boy behavior.”

Definitely.

But I wasn’t ready to talk about that yet…because he was in the mood to tell me what it meant if I did something silly like ask.

“I…I…I liked being the big spoon.” Yes, suddenly that wasn’t the hardest conversation we could’ve had. “When do you want to get married?”

Daddy laughed that time and didn’t look sorry at all, but once he stopped snickering, he kissed my head and looked very pleased with himself. “I have no idea how we get married on a cruise ship but we should be able to figure that out. And as soon as possible? Definitely before the start of the school year so we can have a wonderful honeymoon.”

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