Page 35 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

“Happy one-month anniversary, my treasure! We’ve been married thirty days.”

He hugs me and throws me on top of him, then tries to imitate a Mexican accent to read my T-shirt. “Viva la morenita!”

We both laugh.

“They’ve been the best thirty days of my life,” he says. “Now I want to go for much more.”

His mouth searches for mine and kisses me. Incredible. His breath is sweet even when he first wakes up.

He licks my upper lip...then my lower lip, and finally he does that little marvelous nibble thing...oh yes.

I love it when he does that!

His breathing picks up, and the way he’s holding me becomes more intense. He pulls off my T-shirt, which falls to the floor.

I let myself be carried away by the passion of the moment when Eric suddenly lifts me up in the air and rolls with me back down on the bed. We both hear the same terrible sound.

He’s stunned and stares at me.

“That was not what you think,” I say, trying to explain. Eric arches his brow. “What you just heard was the cake I brought you, which is now smashed under my ass.”

I see his eyes scan down to my butt, confirming the flattened chocolate cake. He falls back on the bed, laughing. I can’t move. If I do, I’ll make a mess of this cake all over the bed. I watch him rolling around and laughing. And, finally, I join him.

“Well, the cake is history, but at least our coffees are alive and well,” I say.

Eric stretches his arm, picks up a cup, and takes a long swallow.

“What are you doing?”

“Having breakfast.”

“Breakfast?”

He nods. “And now I want my cake.”

When I see where he’s going, I shake my head. “Don’t even think about it.”

“I want my cake,” he insists.

“I said don’t even think about it.”

But when I see how determined he is, I laugh and put up no resistance when he flips me over on the bed.

“Eric, no!”

But it doesn’t matter what I say. My crazy love is licking my butt cheeks.

“Hmm...this is the best cake I’ve ever had in my life.”

“Eric!” I protest, but he just keeps on licking and sucking his cake.

I’m laughing much too hard.

“This is quite a banquet.”

“It was supposed to be a gift.”

“Great! Remind me later to give you your gift.”

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