“What the hell are we doing?” she suddenly whispers.
“Lying in bed not sleeping,” I murmur back.
She elbows me playfully. “I’m serious.”
I buckle and give a dramatic oomph as if she’s injured me. Then I kiss her neck again and say the word I thought minutes ago was too soon. “Falling in love, baby.”
Her breath hitches. “It’s so fast.”
“Like a freight train,” I agree.
“Maybe we should slow down.”
“How would you suggest we do that, little pixie?” I’m serious. I don’t see it as an option. I doubt she does either. She’s scared. I can understand that. I’d be concerned if she wasn’t.
“Maybe we should go on a date? Like Tuesday or something.”
I smile against her. “We discussed that option tonight, and neither of us wanted to leave the house. We steamrolled past dating and straight into being boyfriend and girlfriend. And did you pull Tuesday out of a hat?”
“Yes. People meet and then one of them asks the other out for a few days later.”
“So you think we can put the toothpaste back in the tube? I should just go back to the mansion and pick you up on Tuesday night? Maybe we could go to a movie? Hold hands? Stop at a food truck on the way back to your place? I could kiss you goodnight at the door.”
She giggles. “When you put it that way…”
“For the next week, you’re my serious girlfriend. The kind that sleeps over every night because we’re so deep into this relationship that we can’t stand to be apart.”
“And then next week? I’m not your girlfriend anymore?”
“Next week, you’re my fiancée. I don’t want to waste time, little pixie. In two weeks, you’re my wife. And that’s the end of the road.”
“You’re so certain.”
“I am, baby.”
“Did you know this before you came to the library today?”
I think about her question for a few heartbeats. “Probably. I was in denial. I’m pretty sure I knew you were mine the moment I saw your tiny frame in the library. You were cussing with such confidence, and my heart jumped out of my chest. I’ve lied to myself and my family about how you affected me for the past two weeks, but yes. You were mine.”
She lets out a long, slow breath. “I knew, too.”
I hold her tighter. I wasn’t expecting that.
“I thought about you every night.”
“Thought about me? Or used up all the batteries in your house fucking your sweet cunt, using me as masturbation material?” I tease.
“Yeah,” she admits. “That.” She squirms as if the mention makes her horny all over again.
“Have I lived up to your imagination?”
“So far. I mean you haven’t filled me with your cock like you did all the other nights.” She wiggles her sweet ass against my erection until I grab her hip to stop her.
“Did I spank your naughty bottom in any of these scenarios?”
Her breath hitches. “Most of them.”
My turn to inhale sharply. She’s serious. She thought about me fucking and spanking her.
