Page 58 of The Marriage Negotiation

Patrick laid his hand over one of mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I wanted you."

I wish I'd known that then.

"Peter and I had been dating for about two months when he was over at my house one night. I had been going through somestuff and Peter saw this tin. He laughed and told me he couldn't believe I had saved the old love letters he'd sent me."

"Peter said he sent them to you?"

I nodded. "The initials were the same. I had no reason not to believe him." Tears sprouted to my eyes again. "If you hadn't said anything, I never would have known."

I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but it wasn't for Patrick to get up and place everything back into the box except the tin of letters. He closed the lid, carried the box over and set it near the front door, and then came back to place all the letters back into the tin, put the lid on it, and then hold his hand out to me.

"Come with me."

I took Patrick's hand and then followed after him as he led me back to our bedroom. He sat down on the side of the bed and then pulled me down next to him.

There was an odd little smile on his face when he opened the tin and started pulling letters out, one by one. "I started writing these to you a week after I saw you at that football game."

"One a week for the whole school year," I whispered, still in a little bit of awe that these letters came from the man I was now married to. "It'll be a great story to tell our children to one day."

Patrick lifted his head and glanced at me. "You want children?"

"I do," I admitted without hesitation. "I realize that isn't something we ever discussed, but—"

"I want children, too," Patrick interrupted. "Not right away, but maybe sometime in the next five years. I'd like to get our private practice up and running first. It takes a lot of money to raise a family."

I smiled as I scooted closer to Patrick. "So, five year plan then?"

"Now, hold on here." Patrick held up his hand. "I want to negotiate."

I lifted an eyebrow.

"I think this needs to be at least a fifty to sixty year plan. The first five years, we start to build our medical practice, the next five years we start to build our family."

"And after that?"

"I think we should have a new plan every five years." Patrick started flicking up his fingers one by one. "Be happy, be in love, be happy, be in love, be happy, be in love, and so on."

"Can we start the be happy, be in love plan now?"

Patrick grinned as he grabbed me and pushed me back onto the mattress, coming down on top of me. "I thought you'd never ask."

"Shouldn't we be writing all of this down?"

"Sshh." Patrick nuzzled into my beck and began kissing the skin behind me ear. "I'm still negotiating."

I shivered as his lips trailed down my neck to the collar of my shirt.

Patrick suddenly lifted his head, a fanatical light burning in his eyes. "Get undressed."

I quickly scooted out from under Patrick and crawled off the bed. I watched Patrick undress as I did the same. The moment the last piece of clothing hit the floor, I climbed back onto the bed. I rolled over onto my stomach then stretched out.

A moment later, I felt Patrick's larger body come down over mine. When I felt Patrick's cock poke me, I pushed my butt back. It was only half-hard, but I still wanted to feel it deep inside of me.

I yelped when I was flipped onto my back.

"Someone wants a cock buried deep in their ass, doesn't he?"

"Patrick," I whimpered as a hot wave of lust swept through me. "Please, I need."

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