Page 86 of Power Play

“He’s my favorite,” she said after a shaky breath.

It was just so fucking cute. Endearing. My prickly princess wore a Shrek shirt up to my bedroom because Shrek was her favorite. I couldn’t control myself.

I laughed.

Obviously, I knew it was a mistake.

She went red and whirled on her heel and I tore out of my bed to catch her in the hallway.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“What’s so funny?” she snapped.

“Well,” I winced. “Your shirt for one.”

“It’s just a shirt,” she said, her chin up.

“But he’s your favorite.”

“Lots of people like Shrek. Mike Meyers is genius.”

I forced myself not to smile. To swallow the laugh of joy I felt itching to explode out of my throat.

“It’s a first for me,” I said. I pulled the hem of her shirt taut so Shrek and Donkey and Princess Fiona were all looking at me. “Is all.”

She took a deep breath and seemed to relax.

“You’re saying most women don’t come to your bedroom door in a Shrek shirt?” she asked.

“You are the first,” I said. “Completely original.”

Her tentative smile told me it was safe to wrap my arms around her. “I look forward to taking him off of you,” I whispered in her ear.

“I’m not here for that,” she said. And leaned back, her face in serious lines. “There’s a moth. The size of my hand, and it’s clawing its way through the screen in my bedroom window.”

I pulled my hands back. “Are you serious?”

“I’m very serious about moths.”

“Ummm,” I rubbed my forehead and tried to get the blood to drain from my cock. “Okay. I can…”

Shit. Could I Instacart a moth killer to the house?

“I’m fucking with you,” she said, and now she was laughing. “You should see your face.”

This was easily the weirdest maybe about to have sex situation I’d ever been in. I growled in my throat and put my shoulder in her stomach like I was blocking Wyatt from getting to the goal, and hoisted her over my shoulder only to drop her, laughing, onto my bed.

Her dark hair spread out across my white pillowcases and Shrek got bunched up over her waist revealing a navy blue pair of panties. Her stomach was taut and her thighs were muscled and tan from the sun. Her quicksilver eyes looked at me without fear or hesitation.

“You’re beautiful,” I said.

I watched her wrestle with her reaction. I could see the way she wanted to make a joke, or deny my compliment, but in the end she smiled and said; “Thank you. So are you.”

“You’re not even getting my best side,” I said, turning and popping out my ass which absolutely made her laugh.

“I need to tell you something,” she said, sobering up. She pulled Shrek down over that stomach, hiding those panties, and sat up against the wrought iron headboard.

“Okay.” I sat down on the edge of the bed and felt in my gut what we were about to talk about.

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