Page 127 of Take My Name
Cool? I’m too afraid to ask.
Aaron
Yeah…non-traditional and unique.
Maisie
Oh God. You’re not gonna name your baby something weird like Pickles or Maroon, are you?
Aaron
Great, I showed Collins and she likes Maroon…way to go.
I snort, almost dropping my phone on the bathroom vanity.
Maisie
HAHA…You better pray it’s a boy.
Once I’ve finished my hair and makeup, I put on my dress and a pair of heels. Although we’re not going out, the fancy meal he’s making merits a fancy dress.
“Fuck. Me.”
I jump at the gravelly voice behind me.
Warren’s gaze is focused on my ass when I turn around.
“Is it too much?” I ask, flattening my palms down the tan and floral print.
He stalks toward me, taking notice of the slit that goes up my thigh and rubbing his hand over it.
“I’ve never seen anythin’ more breathtakin’ in my life.” He cups my chin but doesn’t lean in like I want. “And you definitely took my breath away.”
How does this man who’s made me swoon at least thirty times this week continue to make me blush?
“I’m so glad you approve ’cause I wore it for you.”
So you can take it off me later…
But I keep my horny thoughts to myself.
“These are cute.” He plucks at the off-the-shoulder Chiffon fabric that connects to the spaghetti strap.
“It’s especially cute rumpled up on the floor,” I say in the most innocent voice I can muster.
His soft gaze turns heated and then he’s lifting me up and tossing me over his shoulder.
“Warren!” I squeal, holding on to his ass for support. “Watch the hair! Wait, you’re not supposed to be liftin’ anythin’ for seventy-two hours!”
His chest vibrates with laughter before he carefully drops me onto the bed. When he cages his arms on either side of my head and hovers above me, my stomach flips.
“So does that mean come Monday, you’re mine to do whatever I want with?”
Dammit, why did I have to remind him that he was on restrictions?
“There’s plenty I could do to you that wouldn’t require you to do any heavy liftin’.” I smirk, lifting my knee to rub between his legs and feeling his thickening erection.
“That’s”—he licks his bottom lip, shaking his head—“a very temptin’ offer, my love. But I need to shower and then I’m feedin’ you since you never remember to eat. After that, we’re gonna dance and have some dessert.”
