Page 155 of The Perfect Love

“I guess I can’t complain too much. Especially when you’re smiling like that. Even if it did mess with my plans to wake you up the fun way.”

I arch a brow and sweep my hand over the spot next to me. “Should I lie back down? Pretend to be asleep? Then you canwake me up.”

He lets out a long-suffering sigh, and I love that we’ve been together for enough time now that he can let out a long-suffering sigh because of me.

“I meant with breakfast, dirty girl.” He leans in to kiss me as he sets the tray on my lap. “Happy birthday, baby.”

“Thank you. I’ve been awake for less than a half hour and you’re already spoiling me.”

He kisses my neck as I reach for the small stack of pancakes layered with frosting. “And I’m only getting started.”

“Mm. If you want me to get through breakfast, you better stop that.”

He laughs and then has the audacity to stop. Rude. He grabs a slice of bacon from my plate and munches on it like he didn’t start a raging fire between my legs.

The perturbed sigh I let out makes him laugh.

I frown in response. “Aren’t you supposed to be spoiling me, not teasing me?”

“I can’t do anything right today. Stop distracting you so you can eat, then start distracting you again?”

I give him a wicked smile. “I never said stop distracting me. I saidifyou wanted me to get through breakfast. If. You were the one who was very particular about breakfast, so I thought—”

My words die as his mouth slants over mine, kissing the sass right out of my mouth.

It’s so much fun to tease him. Especially because it turns him on.

He drags his lips across my cheek and down my neck. “I promise you, I will give you anything you want, but it’ll be a lot less messy if we eat first.”

“Mm, fine. I guess I could agree to that.”

“Good.” He kisses my cheek, and we get back to eating, but one word is hanging in my mind.Anything.

“Did you mean it when you said you’d give me anything?”

Trevor was about to eat a bite of pancakes, but misses his mouth when I say that.

“Baby, what are you asking me?” He sets his fork down and turns to me.

“I want to try again. We’ll do it differently. Go a lot slower.A lot. But I really want to. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about it, and I’m ready to try again. With the mindset that it might not happen, but I’m being hopeful.”

“If you really feel like you’re ready, I will give youanything. Everything. Including that. And… okay, I don’t want this to be weird, but one of your presents kind of relates.”

He goes over to my dresser and pulls the three small boxes off it and brings them over, sliding the biggest of the three onto my lap. It’s about the size of a hardcover book but much lighter. I’m a little confused, but I’m intrigued too.

When I pull off the paper and open the white box, I find something purple and silky staring back at me. I lift it out of the box and realize it’s actually two things. Two… silk ties.

My eyes snap to him.

“Are these for tying someone up?”

He nods slowly. “I was thinking about how everything we did so far, you had control. Maybe extending that to sex would help. If you take control, you know everything that will happen because it’ll all be your decision. Complete autonomy and no uncertainty. I figured what better way to do that than by tying my hands. You don’t have to, but I read that sometimes…”

He keeps talking, but I don’t hear the words anymore. His thoughtfulness knows no bounds, and he… he said heread. He’s been doing research on this because, of course he has. My real-life book boyfriend. I slip my hand over his and give it the slightest pinch.

That stops his talking, then he looks down at his hand and smiles.

“Is that a yes?”

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