Worse, why did I think I’d need one when I was in charge?Tie me up and blindfold me, Theo.
I am still so boring.
“Beans,” he repeats, stronger, and I realize he’susingthe safe word.
“Do—do you want me to leave?” I whisper. There’s pale morning light filtering in through the curtains.
“Stop—claws—ow.” He moves his hand off my breast and swats at something. “Beans, Miss Doodles.”
Oh.
The cat.
He’s shooing the cat.
I giggle as the cat leaps off the bed.
Heharrumphsinto my hair, readjusts his whole body so his erection is nestled harder against my butt, and resumes holding my breast.
I bite my tongue.
Am I supposed to ask how he slept? Or if he wants me to do something to relieve some pressure in his penis?
Hi, I’m Laney, and I am so lame and bad at dirty talk.
He probably forgot it’s me here in bed with him.
This is probably one of those things he does so often that he doesn’t really care who he’s with.
But is it?
He told me I’m not convenient. Did he change his mind in the ten minutes that he was making me come in the bistro kitchen, or when we had sex?
Or is he pickier about who he dates than I think he is?
“I was this close to getting engaged a year ago,” my brain decides I need to blurt out.
Theo yawns. “Guess you’re awake.”
“And I haven’t slept with anyone since,” my mouth continues for me.
“The logic logics,” he murmurs in my hair.
He’s not telling me to shut up.
Not squirming.
Not running for the hills.
“You’re right. You ruined me for sex with any other man, so I’m now going to turn into the crazy woman who desperately needs to marry you for your penis.”
He snickers, which makes his cock rub more along my butt crack, andoh my god, I’m wondering what it would be like if he played with me there.
And I sigh.
I’m not acan you see if I get turned on if you play with my butt?kind of girl, nor can I manage to tell him I like him without sounding like a complete doofus.
But then he kisses my shoulder. “Regrets, Laney?”
