Page 33 of Simon's Runaway Mate

“I’m sure you did.”

“So we have movies, pizza, popcorn, ice cream, cookies, brownies, and Hannibal is bringing his kids by in another thirty minutes to join the party,” Cain said.

“That’s a lot of sugar,” Cecilia warned. “Are you sure the two of you can handle that with all the kids?”

“We’re old pros,” Cain assured us while Leslie grinned then added, “We’ve been looking forward to it. Stop by sometime tomorrow to pick them up. No rush. Mimi and Pop-pop have this.”

We took our time saying goodnight then simply stared at each other.

“What should we do with a surprise night all alone?”

As if my mate didn’t already know exactly what she planned for us to do, but I’d play along.

“Dinner and a movie?” I suggested.

She shook her head. “I’m not really feeling much like going out.”

“You did say you were tired. I’m sure I can find something to keep me busy if you want to go upstairs and rest.”

She glared. “Are you going to make me say it?”

I nodded, not bothering to hide my grin. “Absolutely. I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

After six years, Ce still wasn’t a big talker during sex. She loved it when I spoke to her, but she preferred to listen. I liked to make her say naughty things.

“I want you to go upstairs with me.”

“You want me to take a nap with you?”

Oh, that glare got even meaner.

“No?” I asked.

“Simon,” she growled. I loved it when she did that.

“What do you want to do?”

“I want you to take me upstairs, strip me naked, lick me into a screaming orgasm, then spend the rest of the night fucking me senseless. Precise enough for you?”

“Hell, yeah,” I agreed and scooped her up into my arms, heading inside and straight for the stairs.

“Simon.”

God, I loved the way this woman said my name. It was like an erotic caress from her lips.

“Yes?”

“Make me pass out again,” she ordered. “Fuck me until I pass out from the pleasure.”

“I’ll do my best,” I promised then followed words with actions for the rest of the night.

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