Page 240 of Moon's Promise

“You still want the same safe word?”

“I’m fond of the word stop. I don’t want to change it. Is there a purpose to me being tied in this position?”

Moon looked at her with half-mast eyes. “Don’t take the fun out of it.”

“I was just asking.”

Climbing over her, Moon spooned her from behind, his hand coming around her waist to play with her clit.

“Wow. I learned something today. I like it.” Laying her head on the bed, boneless, she let Moon stroke her passion. “I really like this …” she moaned out. “This is much better than what I had planned for the rest of the night.”

Moon’s fingers stopped moving. “What did you have planned?”

“Hmm?” She had difficulty grasping any thought with Moon about to send her into orbit with his magical fingers. “Ah … yeah, I remember. You remember when you told me you were going to do something to me which had never been done before? I was going to do the same for you.”

Moon’s head reared up over her shoulder to stare down into her face, as if searching to see if she was telling the truth. “For real?”

“Oh yes. I was … except, I was going to make it romantic for you.”

“I didn’t make it romantic for you?”

“You made it hot for me. There’s a difference. You’re a man, so it’s hard for you to understand the difference.”

“Just because I’m a man doesn’t mean I don’t understand,” he argued back. “I’m the most romantic man in the club.”

Larissa stared at him in disbelief. “I’m sorry to disillusion you, but you’re not.”

“How am I not romantic? I bought you earrings when you had Jace. I bought you two houses. I bought you an engagement ring that needs an armed guard when you go out.”

“I don’t like necklaces; I feel like they’re choking me. You bought me two houses after you were caught nearly bankrupting me with ballon payments. And the engagement ring is beautiful, but I would have been just as happy with something more modest. And last but not least, I have to almost die before you tell me you love me. Moon, I love you with my whole heart, but romance isn’t in your wheelhouse.”

Larissa felt the rope release with a twist of his hand.

“Woman, are you trying to piss me off tonight?” he complained.

She felt bad at seeing his sullen expression. “I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. Is there something I can do to make it up to you?” she said contritely.

“No, you might as well go to sleep. I’m not in the mood anymore.”

Feeling terrible, she rubbed his calf, inching her hand higher, hoping to put him in a better mood.

Moon swatted it away.

“I’m hungry. If I’m not getting sex tonight,” he complained, “the least you could do is feed me.”

“What do you want?” She started scooting off the bed.

“Popcorn.”

Ugh. She hated it when he ate popcorn. But after critiquing how romantic he wasn’t, she wasn’t about to complain about what he wanted to eat.

Yawning, she went into the kitchen and opened the cabinet where they kept their snacks. Open-mouthed, she stared at the contents before returning to the bedroom.

Moon was sitting up in bed, leaning his back on the headboard with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You love me.”

“I told you I did,” he said huffily.

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