Page 103 of Mayflower

“So, it’s a yes? We are engaged?”

Her mouth drops open as she gapes at me. “Of course, it’s a yes! You kidding me? Yes!” She kisses me on the mouth. “Yes.” She kisses my cheek. “Yes.” She bites my neck right underneath my ear where it tickles the most, and I start tickling her and she laughs and thrashes in my arms

"Petal, we just got engaged and we should be celebrating. "

She playfully scorns at me. "With my mouth."

"That's a thought."

We both grin like fools and just gaze at each other for some time.

"You know,” she says, “The world lockdown is being lifted in many places. We should travel. You and I.”

“Yes. You and I. And maybe others.”

“You mean your precious Crone.”

“Crone and Kat, yeah. Maybe Ty and Dani.”

“Whatever you want.”

“But I come first,” I repeat her words from long ago.

She laughs, then twists her fingers into my hair, her expression softening as my favorite blue eyes full of love are on me. “Of course you do,” she whispers, lowering her forehead to mine. “It’s you and I.”

“You and I always,” I say, kissing my favorite person in the world.

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Music blasts through my villa as Kat and I prepare for a date. It’s the second one this month, but it’s special. She just doesn’t know it yet.

Kat is dancing and singing in the bathroom as she puts on her makeup. She comes out wearing a red bra and a tiny strip of fabric for panties, her wavy hair styled over one shoulder, her lips cherry-red.

She’s fucking hot. A year later, this contrast between her feisty, sporty style and the sexy bomb-shell she can pull off within fifteen minutes of preparation still amazes me.

I’m dressed in black creased pants and a white shirt, casually unbuttoned at the neck. Kat loves this look and loves me wearing a tie for business meetings. And I love watching her as she takes the red ankle-long silk sleeveless dress and pulls it over her arms and head, letting the fabric slickly fall over her full breasts and hips, down her beautiful legs and brush the floor with its hem. She stands on her tiptoes in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror by her walk-in closet and poses, turning from side to side, inspecting herself. Her eyes meet mine, watching her in the mirror, and she winks at me.

“Wild thing, bring your shoes over here,” I say as I take a seat on the edge of our bed.

There have been many changes in this house. In the bedroom? An Alberta king bed, eight by eight feet, that can accommodate any fantasy Kat and I come up with without lack of room.

Kat tiptoes into the closet and walks out with the golden stilettos hanging off her fingers. She sashays sexily toward me.

I curve my forefinger for her to pass them to me.

“Your foot, kitten.” I pat my thigh, and she purses her lips as she lifts her leg and sets her bare foot on top of it.

I love spoiling her. Even more so right before she submits to whatever crazy ideas I get about sex. We’ve worked out this exchange to perfection. Though I should say that it’s not an exchange, because I genuinely get turned on catering to her every whim.

I pick up one of her shoes and slide her foot in it. The red fabric of her dress slides off her leg, baring it, the slit giving me a peek of her red panties.

I fasten the shoe clasp around her ankle, then tap her foot with my fingers. “The other one.”

She pulls the foot away, the red fabric of the skirt falling closed and then opening again as she puts her other foot on my thigh.

A wave of hair falls into Kat’s face as she watches me. Her gaze is charged with need. I feel lucky having roped in this sexy minx.

I reach over and brush a part of her dress skirt farther apart so I can see the thin strip of her panties.

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