Page 45 of Rufus

“I’m going to spank your arse first,” he reminded.

She gave a tearful smile. “Okay. And in the morning, we’ll go and collect Angus from the animal shelter, and you can bring him home.”

“We can bring him home.”

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Rufus really liked the sound of that. Because he had no intention, once Molly was fully his, of ever letting her leave again, him or the home he was determined they would share from this moment on.

“But first, the spanking,” he reminded her as he pulled her across his thighs to unfasten her jeans and pull down the back of them along with her panties.

Her cheeks glowed red when she raised her head to turn and look at him. “We’re in the sitting room, and it’s broad daylight.”

“I don’t want our bedroom to be a place you associate with being punished. Besides, there’s no one else here to see us, and our lovemaking isn’t going to be confined to the darkness of the night.”

“You sound as if you expect us to be doing this a lot?”

“For your sake, not the spanking, but I do want to make love to you every night, every morning, and every day until the end of time.” The words sounded like a vow. Because Rufus knew that’s exactly what they were. “I’ll never get enough of you, Molly. You’ve become my whole world, and I love you.”

“I love you too,” she told him shyly.

“That’s probably as well,” he noted with satisfaction before his hand cracked loudly on the exposed flesh of her bottom.

“Ow,” she protested indignantly, her hands reaching down to grip his calves.

“This isn’t meant to be love-play, Molly. This is your punishment for even daring to think of leaving me.” He landed another resounding smack on the other cheek of her arse.

The thought of her disappearing into the darkness of the night, never to be found again, drove him to land smack after smack on the increasing redness of her bottom.

“Have you had enough?” he finally paused to ask her.

“Yes,” she sobbed.

“Learned your lesson?”

“Oh yes.”

“Which is?”

Molly hissed as he placed his hand heavily on her burning flesh. “Never to think of leaving you again.”

“Good girl.” He helped her to stand up before rising to his feet, lifting her in his arms, and carrying her from the room.

There was no awkwardness on Molly’s part this time as the two of them undressed once they reached Rufus’s bedroom. He took her in his arms again and captured her lips with his own.

He finally raised his head to look at her with lust-filled eyes. “I haven’t been with anyone else in years, and you haven’t been with anyone else at all. Do you want me to use a condom?”

She drew in a shaky breath before answering. “What if I become pregnant?”

“When you say yes, I’m going to marry you, Molly.”

“You haven’t asked.”

“But I will.”

Molly could hear the promise in his voice. “Then no, I don’t need the protection of a condom.” The thought of having Rufus’s baby heated her from the inside out.

He nodded his satisfaction with that answer before lifting her once again and carrying her over to the bed, where he laid her down as if she were fragile on top of the dark blue duvet. He quickly followed, lying between her parted thighs to lower his head and suck one of her swollen nipples into his mouth.

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