Page 99 of From Us, Forever

“Morning,” I grumbled while I typed, sparing him a glance. “I don’t smell.” I knew I looked anything but clean in my old pair of sweats with my messy hair held together with a pen and a coffee stain on my hoodie.

“Of course you don’t.” He smirked, watching me.

I leaned back on my chair as I half shut my laptop, wanting a break anyway. I’d been at this for hours, and my body ached.What better distraction than him?

Watching him grin over the threshold made an idea pop inside my head.

“Wait.” I perked up, lifting a hand. “Stay right there, and don’t move.”

He frowned. “Okay, but why?”

“I need to do something,” I replied as I walked toward him.

“Now, I’m scared,” he replied dryly.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” I said, standing in front of him with my back against the doorframe.

“Do what?”

“Okay, now you take two steps back and walk over to me—sexily and then hold on to the doorframe above and lean over to grab my chin,” I instructed him.

He blinked. “Why?”

“Because,” I whined. “I said so. I’ve read it in all my books and want to know how it feels, too.”

“Fucking weird,” he mumbled, taking a step back. “You ready?”

I nodded frantically. Oh yes, I was so damn ready.

All the frustration and doubt left his body in an instant, and his eyes darkened, locking in on mine. He pulsated with raw sexual energy as he made his way to me, and my heart leaped to my throat when he grasped the doorframe and leaned over, hooking my chin between his fingers. Lowering, he bit my lip before licking the path with his tongue.

“Like this?” he asked in a husky tone that made a shiver run down my spine.

“Exactly like that,” I mumbled, lost for words. He looked so damn hot right now that it should be illegal. “Don’t you dare do this with anyone else.”

He stepped closer, trailing his lips along my cheek before he whispered in my ear. “Who else am I going to do this with?”

Fucking hell, my panties were drenched, and my heart begged to jump out of my chest.

Just then, I felt someone’s presence staring at us. Confused, I darted my eyes to the hallway, and very well, Strawberry hadsomething that looked like a shoe stuck between her teeth, watching me with her sheepish brown eyes.

“Oh my, what do we have here?” I asked, crouching down as I pulled what seemed to be the remnants of my very expensive leather loafer. “Bad girl, Strawberry,” I chided, glaring at her while she blinked. “Is this where you disappeared the whole afternoon?”

A small whine left her lips before she calmly walked and buried her head in Jay’s legs.

“Oh no, ma’am, you come here and answer me.”

“Leave her be. It’s just a shoe,” Jay added, petting her.

I pointed a finger at him. “Don’t you dare coddle her. This is wrong.” I trudged farther down the hallway and stepped inside our bedroom, and just as I expected, our entire closet was a mess. Almost all our shoes were destroyed, and the boxes we kept on the lower shelves were in disarray on the floor.

“Strawberry!”

“Uh-oh, Mommy’s angry.”

I spun around, narrowing my gaze at the innocent-looking ball of fur in his arms, looking at me as if she hadn’t done a thing.

“You’re in so much trouble, ma’am. You’re grounded.”

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