Page 205 of Crazy for this Girl

“No more paying off anything of mine.”

I release a strained sigh. “You can’t expect me to not want to spoil my girlfriend. It’s dating 101. Well…it’s me 101. I can’t speak for other morons.”

“Nothing over twenty bucks.”

Here we go.

“Laynee…”

“Cal.” She mocks my warning tone at her being ridiculous but that is Laynee Peabody Reese.

I shake my head. “No.”

“A hundred, then.”

I roll my eyes because I love this woman, but that independence she adopted over the years is bugging the shit out of me a little. “So, you’re keeping me on a fourteen-year-old allowance?”

“For a year. Just so you can show me you know how to listen. It sounds like you haven’t needed to do that for a while.”

“Fine.”

She smiles like she won the world. All bright and glorious. “Awesome.”

“And when we get married?” Those blues of her eyes widen a tad at the sudden turn of conversation. “Unless you’re sticking by your previous statement of never getting married.”

“I was mad…at you.”

I bob my head. “Rightly so.”

She lifts a brow. “Do you want to get married? After…” Leslie.

“I did say I wanted you to change your name to mine, didn’t I?” She steps forward and wraps her arms around my waist, meshing her chest to mine with a cocky little smirk. “What?”

“You do want to marry me.” Her face lights up like she’s finally starting to get it. “And I remember you telling me you wanted five kids.”

My brows knit. “When the hell did I ever say that?”

“Our sophomore year.”

“Was I high?”

She shakes her head. “No, you just have that only child complex.”

“What the greedy, I want it now, sorta thing?”

“Yeah.” She has a point. I mean, I’ve only craved her and only seen myself with her, so it makes me want it, demand, and dream about it more.

“Probably. I guess that’s where your bossy nature comes in with you never wanting anyone to help you with being the oldest brat.”

“More than likely.”

“Maybe we should call this off then,” I tease, pressing my palm into her back and drawing her closer. “Sounds like we’re going to fight a lot.”

“We’ve always fought a lot. It was probably what drew you to me. The lack of being able to control me and my witty wiles.”

“Yeah, that’s it,” I reply with a slight pinch of sarcasm to my tone. “Thing is, do I get you between my legs sucking me off during all my conference calls?”

“Am I wrong?”

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