Page 223 of Intense
“You already know all the important things. More than anyone else, ever, in my life.” His voice is low as he presses a kiss to the top of my head.
“Yeah, but I want to know the trivial stuff too. Like what I can do for your birthday. Date nights. Fun stuff.”
He rests his head against mine. “Fillet steak. Rare. Skin-on fries. A brandy-based sauce. Finished off with a glass of my dad’s finest whiskey.”
I smile. “Yum. And no caviar in sight?”
“No.” He smirks. “What about yours, love? What should I cook for you?”
“I love seafood. But I really, really love melted chocolate on strawberries.”
“Ah. A sweet tooth.”
“Yep. That’s why I have to run, so I can have my extra treats.”
His arms tighten, and suddenly I’m in his lap, straddling him. My cheeks flame as I glance around, but no one bats an eye. His grip on my ass is firm enough to make me squirm.
“You’re perfect exactly how you are,” he says. “Don’t you dare say anything otherwise.”
I chew my lip. He’s deadly serious, though, his eyes burning through me. Almost as if he’s angry I’d think otherwise.
“So, you don’t want me to be like one of the models you probably jerk off to?” I tease.
His hands slide over my hips, and he squeezes. “Baby, I need something to grab hold of to fuck you thoroughly. These are staying. Your ass is staying. I want you exactly how you are.”
I squint at him, trying to read the truth. I’ve never been content in my skin. Stripping kept me disciplined, but I was never the most toned girl on stage. Never enough compared to the others. And now I’m in my thirties, it’s even harder to feel good about myself.
I open my mouth to argue, but he digs his fingers into my skin harder.
“If you even contemplate arguing with me on this, I’ll feed you every damn meal myself. Mouthful by mouthful. Got it?”
I nod and can’t help but smile. Just that alone has made me feel better about myself than any other man has.
“So you do jerk off to other women?” I ask.
His expression hardens like stone. “No. I don’t even touch myself. I have no need. And now, the only time I will is if I’ve got a front-row seat of your ass so I can paint my cum all over your cheeks.”
My face burns hot at the crude promise.
“Noted. Want me to spread them apart, or…?”
He groans low in his throat. “Not here, love. Not here.”
I press a kiss to his jaw, softer now. “Okay. Where do you see yourself in five years?”
He smiles. “Easy. You, me, Nyx, and a couple of little hellions running around.” His hands slide over my stomach, lingering there.
“Oh yeah? You still want to be Daddy Finn, huh?”
His mouth finds my ear. “I’ve already started tracking your cycle, temptress. It’s not an if, it’s a when.”
My eyes widen. “You… what?”
“I’m a doctor. And I know you very, very well, Stephanie,” he says, grinning at me.
I gape at him. “So you know when I need extra chocolate strawberries, right?”
“In approximately four days,” he tells me with a smug grin.
