Page 79 of Promised Love

Autumn looks around once again and bites her lip.

I tug it free with my thumb. “I’ll never put you in risk or danger. You know that, right?”

She nods, and as if to prove her trust in me, pulls the cashmere pullover over her head.

She stands in front of me in a pale turquoise bra, with her wet hair sticking to her shoulder and face. There are intermittent raindrops falling on the slope of her neck, and I haven’t seen anything more sensual in my entire life.

“No man was wearing so many clothes in those movies. If you’re trying to erase them out of my mind, you’re doing an exceptionally poor job.” She grins.

My heart pounds upon seeing Autumn take my advice to heart. She isn’t shying away from asking what she wants from me. I hope she remembers this when it comes to everyone else in her life.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am.”

“Ma’am?” She snorts, which quickly morphs into a moan when I pull my sweater and the T-shirt off my body.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

I nod.

“I always thought you’d get tattoos once you retired. But you’re really, really bare. Why?”

I shrug.

“But if you could, what would you like to ink?” Her hands drift from my chest toward my shoulders, finally resting on my biceps. For some reason her soft, tender touch gives me goosebumps.

“You?” I pick her up, and she locks her legs around my waist. “If I can’t have you draped around my body in public, I would plaster your name on every inch of my skin.”

Her breath hitches, and we stare into each other’s eyes. My cock swells between us and she…laughs.

“If you’re laughing, I’m doing a damn shitty job of eradicating those dickhead porn stars out of your mind.” I groan, hiding my smile in the hollow of her neck and biting her skin. “But if I ever decide to tattoo your name on my body, where would you like to see it? Just remember, this is a hypothetical question.”

“Do I get a say in this?” She arches an eyebrow.

“It’s your name, after all.”

“Okay.” She bites her lip in mock concentration. “Face?”

“I’m not getting your name tattooed on my face.”

“Yeah, it would be a bit too much. How about your cock?” She moves and rubs herself against my hard dick. “But you would have to be really hard throughout the inking process, or else it would be unreadable when you’re in action. But it would also look very squirrelly when you’re not turned on.”

I have no idea how she keeps a straight face when putting those crazy pictures in my head. My limp dick with a blob of ink on it, or full mast with illegible writing.

“No one’s coming near my dick with a needle. Or my butt,” I add before she can instill some appalling image of my ass in my head.

She giggles before placing a kiss on my bicep. “I’d love to have my name here, where you’re neither flaunting it nor hiding it.”

Her words have my mood swaying like a pendulum. One minute she makes me so high, like I’m rising to one end of stupid giddiness, and the next minute, she rips my heart out with her sweet words.

“You’re something to be treasured, Autumn.” I capture her lips in mine and silence her before she can say anything more, spurt out those words that put me under a spell, making me believe that what we have is real or permanent.

I take her in a bruising kiss and unclasp her hands from around my neck. She makes a whining sound, letting me know how much she loves touching me. But I’m on a mission, and this daredevil takes no mission lightly.

I hold her wrists and extend her hands above her head. “Keep them there.”

I place Autumn on her feet, and she stumbles a little, further expanding my ego. I press a hand on her stomach, urging her to step back until she’s flush against a tree. “Hands up all the time.”

She peeks at me with wide eyes, before giving me a nod. She’s a fucking treasure. Guys would kill for a girl like her, who knows when to be sassy and when to be demure.

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