Page 70 of Love Without Demands

She grinned crookedly. “Okay, can you get my sleep shirt from the top drawer of my dresser? It’s the blue one.”

Crossing the room, I pulled open the drawer and froze when I saw the blue shirt. It was one of mine that I’d loaned her when she spilled something on her tank top one night.

“This one?” I croaked, holding it up.

“Uh-huh. I like to sleep in your shirt.”

I wasn’t sure how I was still standing because every drop of blood in my body migrated directly to my cock.She sleeps in my shirt?Somehow I managed to walk to her and place it in her outstretched hand.

“There you go. I’ll step out and let you change. Do you…”Oh Jesus help me.I swallowed hard. “Do I need to unzip your dress?”

I was flooded with both relief and disappointment when she shook her head. “No, it just pulls off over my head.”

Outside her bedroom door, I blew out a few long breaths through pursed lips, giving her a minute before I returned. Lehra was indeed wearing my shirt, lying on her side with a long, tanned leg sticking out from the covers.

“I’ll put some water and ibuprofen on your nightstand. Take them as soon as you wake up.”

“Okay, Sir,” she said, giving me a little salute.

Fuck, did she just call me Sir?

“Anything else you need?”

She smiled up at me through drowsy eyes. “Where’s my phone? I need to plug it in and set my alarm.”

“I’ll get it out of your purse.” Backtracking through the apartment, I found her phone in her purse and brought it to the bedroom. “What time do you want your alarm set for?”

Lehra yawned and closed her eyes, curling down deep in the bed. “I’ll sleep in, so nine.”

I unlocked her phone and sat beside her. As I was about to swipe to the clock app, the words on the screen caught my eye.

According to your results, your ideal kink is role playing. It’s fun and adventurous, just like you! So get out there and find a partner who matches your daring sexual personality. And remember, there is no shame in enjoying what you like.

My eyeballs felt like beach balls trying to pop from my eye sockets. I looked from the phone to the woman on the bed, the beautiful, fun woman I loved. My cheeks began to ache, and I realized it was because I was grinning like a loon.

I read the words again—just to be sure—and then stroked Lehra's messy hair until she was deeply asleep. Then I swept my thumb across the screen to set her alarm. But not before I memorized the words at the bottom.

One last question for you… what is your ultimate role playing fantasy?

Response: Viking Warrior

Chapter 22

The next morning Iawoke with a smile on my face, though I should be exhausted. I’d been like a kid trying to fall asleep on Christmas Eve, the excitement too great to allow my mind to slow down enough to sleep.

After getting dressed, I walked to Lehra’s favorite coffee shop and ordered a vanilla bean latte for her and a black coffee for myself. Returning to our building, I retrieved the book from beneath the seat of the Bentley where I’d stashed it last night and headed upstairs.

I stopped by my apartment and gathered a few things from the kitchen before cautiously letting myself into Lehra’s place. The shower was running, so I went into the kitchen and began preparing the food.

When I heard her coming down the hallway, I called out, “There’s a scary psycho in your kitchen.”

“Oh noooo! What should I do?” she mocked, walking into the kitchen. Her hair was twisted up in a towel, and she’d put myshirt back on, the one with USMC across the front. My cock twitched at the sight.

“You should probably sit down and let the intruder serve you brunch.” She took one of the barstools, setting her phone on the bar, and I strolled over and kissed the top of her head. “How are you feeling?”

“Pretty good, actually. Thanks for the ibuprofen and water.”

“You’re welcome. I got you a coffee. It should be cooled enough, just like you like it.” I nodded toward the cup in front of her. “And the food is almost done.”

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