Page 18 of Willing Captive
“You can only have one sugar baby at a time,” I snap out, and Mattia turns back around from the fridge to stare at me.
“Sugar baby?” He lifts one amused brow. “I promise you’re the first and only.”
“Better keep it that way,” I warn. “Since meeting you, I’ve realized that I may not be the most rational person.”
I point my finger gun at him so that he reads me loud and clear before polishing off my cookie. I might be overlooking a few red flags too, but I’m a walking red flag, so no judgment there.
“You’re not the only one,” he says as he places a few containers on the counter.
“What does that mean?” I ask as I hoist myself up on the kitchen island. “You’re not being rational either?” He shrugs. “That’s not good. We can’t both not be rational.”
“I’ll keep you safe.”
“Who will keep me safe from you?” I tease, but Mattia’s face remains serious.
“No one.”
Chapter 12
Mattia
Ridiculous doesn’t even begin to describe Leo, but somehow the more overboard she goes, the more I want her. Maybe this is why I’ve stayed single for so long. I’d yet to meet someone like her, and I know that in my lifetime there will never be another.
After dinner I showed her around the rest of the house. I might have helped her find two of the safes, but seeing how happy she was when she discovered them was worth it. She did seem a little disappointed there weren’t any diamonds or rare artifacts inside, but I made a mental note to stock the other two safes with fun things that might excite her before we go searching again.
It was late by the time we unpacked what few belongings we brought from her studio, but she liked having her stuff in the closet with mine. While we put her things away, I placed an order for new clothes and things I thought she might like. They should all arrive tomorrow, and I can’t wait for her to try them on for me.
“It’s time for bed,” I tell her as I turn off the light in the closet and take her hand.
“Already?”
She pouts her bottom lip like I’ve spoiled her fun, but I only smile at her as I lead her over to the bed. “I said it was time for bed, not for sleep.”
“Oh, well in that case, I agree.”
“Good to know.” I grin at her as I reach for her shirt. “Arms up.”
She raises them over her head without complaint, and when her shirt is off, I toss it on the chair next to us.
“Is this part of going to bed you undressing me?”
“Yes,” I say as I unbutton her skirt and push it down her hips.
“I’ve often thought that dressing and undressing on my own was a waste of energy, so this is ideal for me.”
“Once again, we agree.” I ruined the panties she had on earlier, and they’re still stuffed in my pocket. When I unclasp her bra and toss it on the chair, she’s completely naked. “On the bed, sweetheart.”
“Sleeping naked is dangerous. What if someone comes in to attack us? Can you fight someone with your penis uncovered?”
A bark of laughter leaves me as I unbutton my shirt. “For you, I’d kill someone with my dick out.”
“Good to know.” She nods as she climbs on the bed. She watches me take off my shirt, and when I remove my pants, she seems nervous. “Um, so are we going to, um, you know?”
“Yes.” My cock is already hard and eager to be inside her.
“Oh,” she says and bites her bottom lip.
“But not right away.” She seems to relax at this news. “I want to kiss you first.”
