I throw my head back and laugh. “I’m positive.”
“I want to be with you, baby. Move in with me.” He says it in his commanding Dom tone, which seems to come naturally to him now.
“What was it your dad said?”
“Love isn’t rational.”
I look around the living area. “Is there room? I’d need to bring my drafting table. And the cacti. At least my audiobook collection doesn’t take up any space.”
Kyle pecks my lips. “I see more paperbacks in your future.”
“You do?”
“Yes. And more cacti.”
“More? Where will we put them?”
“We’ll make room. Move in with me.”
My heart quivers. “I would love to.”
He clasps his hands against the small of my back and drags me closer for a steamy kiss. “I love you, beautiful.”
“I love you too, Sir. Take me to bed?”
“With pleasure.”
EPILOGUE
KYLE - TWO YEARS LATER
As soon as I get home, I go to the attic room and knock on the open door. “Hi, gorgeous, I’m home.”
Haru looks over his shoulder. “Give me a moment, Sir. I’m almost done.” He hunches over his drafting desk, which is positioned under the sloping windows that allow light to flood the room.
I cross my arms and lean against the doorframe, happy to watch my beautiful boy work.
Home is a two-bedroom house with a converted attic. We’ve lived here for almost a year. It took a while for Haru to build up his freelance business andNot That… enough for the bank to let us get a mortgage together.
Currently, he’s designing collections for three online companies.Not That…is becoming a thriving business in its own right. Haru began by sewing and distributing the clothing himself. Now he has so many orders he has to outsource the manufacture. The advantage is he’s no longer spending every waking hour up here designing and making clothes. The first eighteen months were exhausting, but his hard work is paying off.
“And done,” he says, putting his mechanical pencil down. He stands, walks to me, puts his hands on my hips, and tilts his face up. “I’m all yours, Sir.”
“Mmm, I was hoping you’d say that, beautiful.” I lean down to kiss him, ravishing his mouth as though I haven’t tasted it for a month rather than the few hours I’ve been at work. “Have I told you how amazing a kisser you are today, baby?”
“Yes, before you went to work. And just now.”
I chuckle. “I can’t get enough of your sweet mouth. I adore the way you suck my tongue. Fuck, I can’t wait to get that pretty mouth of yours around my cock.”
Haru shivers and flutters his lashes. “Never stop talking to me like that, Sir.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t.” I wrap my arms around him, lift him off his feet, and kiss him again, harder and longer than before. I gasp as I release his mouth. “Are you done for the day or the weekend, sweet boy?”
“The weekend, Sir.”
“Wonderful. Let’s cook, and we can talk about what we’re going to do tonight.”
Haru pouts. “You can’t turn me on with words and then decide to cook before sex.”
