“It’s very much real,” I say, returning the kiss. “Everything about you and me is real. The best kind of real.”
Her fingers dance along my chest. “You’re not going to get sick of me, are you?”
“You kidding me with that? If I haven’t gotten sick of you over this last decade, I’m certain I won’t get sick of you now.”
“But relationship me is different.”
“How so?” I ask. “You seem the same.”
“I’m very clingy.”
“When it’s you, I love clingy.”
She chuckles. “I’m also apparently very horny.”
“Once again, when it’s you, horny is amazing.”
“And demanding, I’m going to need to hold your hand on all outings.”
“I think I’ll manage.”
“And I’ll require at least one date night a week.”
“Am I only allowed one, or can I have more?”
She smirks. “You can have as many as you want.”
“Good.” I move my hand around to the back of her head and stare at her beautiful eyes.
Fuck . . . I love you, Lia.
I want to always be with you.
Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, will be better than you.
You’re my forever.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks.
“Like what?” I reply.
“I don’t know . . . all . . . heart-eye like.”
“Maybe because I have heart eyes when you’re around.”
She palms my face and laughs. “Don’t be lame.”
I twist her so her back is on the mattress and pin her down. “I’m never lame, but if you think I am, then maybe you should just walk away.”
“Okay,” she says as she attempts to get up.
“Oh fuck no.” I pin her down again, causing her to laugh. “You’re mine now.”
And then I press my lips to her neck and kiss every inch of her body.
Chapter Twenty-Two
LIA
“Lia,” Breaker groans as I walk past him.
“What?” I ask when I set my empty coffee mug in the sink.
“You’re killing me with that dress.” He leans against the doorway to his kitchen, dressed in a dark green suit and white button-up dress shirt.
I’m killing him? The only reason I’m wearing this dress is because he chose to bust out that suit for work today, and it’s taking everything within me not to tear into that suit before he goes to work.
So to counteract his full-frontal attack with the suit, I slipped on a sundress that I would normally never wear for a day of work from home, but you know, desperate times call for desperate measures.
Playing nonchalantly, I glance down at my dress and then back up at him. “It’s just a regular dress.”
“That is not a regular dress,” he says, walking up to me and running his fingers along the thin strap. “You don’t normally wear dresses, so is there some special occasion I don’t know about?”
“No,” I answer. “Can’t a girl just wear a dress and not get berated about it?”
“Am I berating you?” he asks. “I was unaware.” He grabs my neck, possessively holding me and bringing me in closer. “I’m just wondering if you’re trying to tempt me to stay home with you when I should be heading into the office.”
“You’re a grown man, Breaker. You can decide what you want to do with your life. I don’t need to wear a dress to tempt you.”
“Bullshit.” He smiles right before he tilts my jaw up with his thumb and then kisses me so deep that I grab the lapels of his suit to keep from falling. I slip my tongue past his lips, and he groans right before pinning me against the cabinets in the kitchen. “Fuck,” he says against my lips as he slips his hand under my dress and finds the lace strap of my thong. “I have to fucking go,” he says as he tugs on my thong and sends it down my legs. I kick it to the side and spread my legs for him.
He slowly starts fingering me as his mouth takes control.
“Jesus, Lia. You’re already so wet.”
I untuck his shirt and thread my hand past his abs. “You’re so hot in a suit.”
“I knew you wore this dress on purpose,” he says right before lifting me onto the counter. He then sheds his jacket, undoes his pants, pulls out his hard cock, and lifts my dress. He picks me up, and I loop my arms around his waist as he finds my entrance, and I fully insert myself on him.
“Fuck, this will never get old,” he says right before pinning me against the wall and thrusting up.