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I sit up a bit and turn to look at her. “Slow down, woman. You just had a head rush and are talking crazy. We already established I’m staying the night, on the left side of the bed. And I choose for you to sleep naked.”

“Now I feel better,” she sighs in what sounds like relief, then says, downright giddily, “you’re still being you, funny and bossy. I’ll gladly sleep naked if nothing’s changed and it’ll be next toyou. Thesameyou.”

I now sit both of us all the way up and arrange her on my lap, cupping her cheeks. “I’m glad you’ve got the whole post-orgasmic glow and delirium thing going on, but hear me on this, okay?” I steel my voice, despite my own lingering “just came stupor,” and search to the deepest depths of her eyes. “We only have a few minutes for me to talk sweet, how you need me to, before my dick wakes up from satisfied slumber and fucks with my brain, so listen carefully. Sex,or close to it,” I wink, “doesn’t always mean the guy leaves, Bellamy. I’m not going anywhere, ever, whether I just ate your sweet pussy or ate dinner with you. And the only time I’ll act weird around you is if there’s people with us and I’m trying to hide a hard-on or not attack you. Okay?”

“Okay,” she nods, then throws her arms around my neck and nuzzles her face into my chest. “I’ve just heard so many horror stories.”

“Not aboutus, you haven’t. Baby, I’m only interested in getting in your panties now,and I am, because I know I’m already in your heart, exactly where I belong. And you’re in mine, embedded, for good.”

“I love you, Jefferson Tate Kendrick,” she coos, covering my lips with hers.

Unfortunately, I have to pull back, with a laugh. “I sure hope that was romantic enough and convinced you, because ‘sappy me’ has left the building. My dick just woke up. Bath or bed?” I ask, wrapping her legs around my waist and grabbing under her thighs to lift us to standing.

“Both?” She grins, sleepy but hopeful.

“Both it is, Love. You run us a new, hot bath and I’ll go grab us a snack and drink. We need to refuel.”

“Why? We’re just bathing and going to bed. Neither of those are real taxing.”

I stop in the doorway and turn around, mouth open to explain…mouth remaining open in lewd-minded, dick-hardening, ogling delight. She’s bent over the tub turning on the water, her perfect, heart-shaped ass up in the air and beckoning me.

“Thought you were going to get a snack,” she teases, back,and ass, still to me.

Of course I don’t respond; that would require thought, and thought requires at leastsomeblood going to your brain.

“Jefferson,” she drawls sexily as she gradually turns around.Dammit.Or not. Her natural, perky Ds and bare pussy make for two enthusiastic thumbs-up viewing as well. “I’m gonna let ya in on a lil’ secret I’ve been keeping, to help you out. I know, without having to even look, the second you enter the same room or general vicinity as me. Always have.And, I know when you leave, ordon’tleave, that same area. Like now for instance. You never left, stopped and turned at the door. Iassumeto say something,” she bites down on her grin. “What was it?”

“I love you?” Fuck if I can remember…that’s as good a guess as any I figure.

“I love you too, but that wasn’t it.” She lays her arm across her boobs and uses the other hand to cover her pussy. “Now, try again.”

What the…that actually worked. “Oh, I was gonna tell you not to be so sure that a bath and bed won’t be taxing, ‘cause you’ve never done that routinewith me,” I smirk.

Her body blushes from head to toe and she shakes her head, snickering. “Andyoushouldn’t presume that I’m ready to jump straight from Alpha,” she cocks a brow;yes, I caught the clever insinuation, “to Zeta. One day, a long time from now when we’re having silent, missionary sex every Wednesday night, afterWheel of Fortuneis over of course, I want the memories of our slow-burn, romantic journey to hold onto. So slow your roll, horny toad.”

“Ve-motherfucking-to!” I yell.

“This oughta be good,” she rolls her eyes and holds up a finger. “Please stand by.” After she turns off the tub water, she faces me, trying to school her amused expression. “You were saying?”

“You heard me, woman. I’m using my veto.”

“Um,” she taps a fingertip on her chin, eyes cast up to the ceiling in mock recollection. “I recall you givingmea veto, when you listed yourproposals, but I don’t remember you saying anything about you getting one too.” She basks in smug delight.

“Bellamy,” I grate, prowling closer. “That’s a given. You know,tit for tat? Ninety-nine percent of the time I’ll pick tit, but this is too important. I’m using my veto.”

“I’ll decide if I agree,afteryou tell me what you’re using it on. And,” she slaps my hand away, “you picked tat, so mitts off my tits, cheater.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s fair,” I poutfully agree. “Here’s the deal. I don’t mind missionary sex, lots of ways to get creative with that, believe it or not. And I’m good with doing it every Wednesday, as long as we also pay homage to doggy style, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, up against walls and other sturdy structures, you spread wide open on a variety of surfaces, me standing with you bent over whatever’s handy, and anything else I missed, the other days of the week. Unplanned or designated its own day. I’m not checking a calendar to fuck you, baby. And no silence. Ever. I’m always gonna talk filthy when I’m inside you, and if you’re not screaming, you best be making some other sexy noise or talking back, saying the dirtiest things you can think of. And last, fuckWheel of Fortune. We’ll watch a porno, orDeadliest Catch. Or anything besidesWheel of Fortune. And in return, since loving compromise seems to be my new forte’, I’ll watch any new shows you find that you like at least once. I’ll always be the one to get up for our rejuvenation snacks and drinks. I’ll always make sure you come first. I won’t freak out that you’re already mapping out our life at eighty, and most importantly, I’ll ‘slow my roll’ so you get your fairy-tale. Deal?”

“That was at least three vetoes. Just because you reel them all off at once doesn’t make it one,” she laughs. “But your ‘in returns’ saved you, quite nicely. It’s a deal.”

 

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