Page 31 of Say You're Mine

“Does that bother you?”

She shakes her head. “It’s kinda freeing.”

My chest tightens knowing I give her that.

“Now, will you make love to me?” Lev asks, pulling me down for a kiss, already knowing the answer to her question.

Because all she ever had to do was ask.

17

LEV

“Babe.” I roll over, trying to find Eros. When I come up with nothing but empty sheets, I make myself open my eyes to confirm that he’s not in bed with me. I sit up and glance around the room. Where the hell is he?

I’ve been sharing a bed with him for over a month, and he’s always in it when I wake up. Hell, most of the time it’s him waking me up. I’m not the best morning person. I roll over and grab my phone off the nightstand.

“What the fuck?” I scramble from the bed. It’s past ten. I should have been up two hours ago to get ready for work. Did he leave me in bed to go to work? He’s never done that before. We always go down together.

We stopped hiding that we’re together after the night he took my virginity. The more attached I grew to Eros, the more possessive and jealous I got of him. I don't have a reason to be jealous. Eros is a gentleman when he’s outside of home. It’s only me that gets that dirtier, bossy side of him. The one that allows me to give up the control I used to hold on to so tightly.

I should be ashamed of how turned on I get when he flips that switch in the bedroom, but I’m not. If you had told me that I would be with a man who ordered me to open my mouth so he could slide his cock inside, I would have died of laughter.

Hell, I didn’t think I would even like giving blowjobs, but there is something about being so submissive to him that turns me on in ways I didn’t know were possible. I was practically begging to do it the other day in his office. I never come out and ask what I want to start off. Instead I tease and am a little bit of a brat until he orders me to ask him for it.

It’s crazy, honestly. I don’t know if I’m finding this new me or if it was always there and now I feel safe enough to let it come out. It might be a bit of both, I suppose.

I grab my robe from the chair and put it on before heading out to find Eros. The home office door is open, but he’s not inside, so I make my way toward the living room and kitchen.

“What the hell, babe, we're going to be late,” I call out when I don’t see him in the living room but smell bacon and pancakes coming from the kitchen. “You didn’t wake me with—” I stop speaking as I enter the kitchen to see a woman with wavy brown hair to her shoulders standing at the stove. When her eyes lock with mine, I wish a hole would swallow me because I know those eyes.

“Not sure I want to know how he wakes you if he’s anything like his father,” the woman says with a laugh. I open and close my mouth. Fuck me. “You must be Lev.” I nod my head because that’s all I can muster. I’ve suddenly lost the ability to form words. “I’m Polly, Eros’s mom.”

“Right.” I make sure my robe is closed completely. “It’s, ah, nice to meet you.” I take a step back. I bet my life my hair shows all evidence of what Eros and I did in bed last night. What we do every night.

“Don’t run off on me now. Breakfast is almost done.”

“I should go change.” I step back again, but this time I run into a wall of a man. My man.

“Morning, darling.” Eros turns me around to face him so he can kiss the hell out of me.

“Eros,” I hiss, pushing at his chest. He ignores me.

“My parents are here. I see you met my mom. This is my dad, Ethan.” At that moment, I notice an older man standing next to him, who has the same broad, tall build as Eros. Oh my God. This is not at all how I pictured meeting his parents. Standing in my robe with sex hair from the night before. Eros is never gonna hear the end of this.

“Hi.” I give him a smile.

"You are just as beautiful as he described." Ethan gives me a charming smile.

“Watch it,” Eros says to his father.

“Really?” I roll my eyes at him. His parents only laugh. “I need to change.” Not change, put clothes on! I have nothing on under this robe.

“All right, we’ll be right back.” Eros takes my hand, leading me out of the kitchen.

“I’m going to murder you,” I hiss when we make it to the hallway.

“You say that to me every day, and I’m still alive.”

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