“You do?” She squealed. “I love you too, Devon Wilder. I want to fuck you every day of my life. And I also want to do everything couples do before and after fucking.” Although her voice was steadier than before, a lovely shade of red covered her cheeks.
“Like marriage, and children?” he suggested, even though it sounded more like a statement. “And labs. A couple of them. Maybe a white picket fence?” He meant to say it playfully, although his tone was dead serious. A nervousness that wasn’t common to him crashed over him, and he wiped the sweat off his forehead. Anticipation brewed inside him, as he gazed deep into her bedroom eyes.
“I so much prefer wrought iron to white picket fences.”
He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, and a shot of arousal zapped up his arm. “Thank God. That was a deal-breaker.”
She watched him, and shifted her weight from foot to foot. “Are you sure? That I will be enough for you?”
Another balloon popped, but he didn’t take his eyes off of her. “No. You are more than enough. More than I deserve, but I will earn your love every day. When I was with Regina, it was different. It was comfortable and safe. With you… I can’t bear imagining you with another man. Hell, I punched your ex for coming close to you. You are it for me, baby girl. You’re all I want,” he said, enunciated the last sentence as if he wanted to leave no doubt of his love for her.
She got on her tiptoes and linked her arms around him. “I can’t believe this… I’m so happy.”
He shoved some more balloons out of their way, and they ended up floating away. “Wait. Does that mean you will change the company’s policy so employees can date without repercussions? Even marry them?”
Her gaze fell to his lips. “That may be my first order of business.”
“I know just how to convince you,” he said, and pulled her into his arms. His lips covered hers, his tongue finding its way into her delicious dark recesses.
The End