“Busy day at work?” I asked.
“Something like that.” He grinned and kissed me again. “Did you drink all of your milk up like a good little girl?”
I did. “Can’t you taste it?” I kissed him again.
He chuckled and ran his hands to my ass, squeezed, and crushed me against the hard length of his body.
“Mmm…” I moaned. I was ready to get up close and personal. See if he could help me orgasm again, this time on his cock. Fuck yeah! I was up for that. I hoped he was, too.
“We should eat, I’m starving.” He released me and then retrieved a bag of shopping from where he’d left it by the door.
“What have we got?” I linked my hands beneath my chin then leaned on the breakfast bar, wriggling my ass from side to side and hoping he appreciated the view. I’d opted for the short skirt and long socks again, this time teamed with a pale-yellow vest top with an owl on the front. It showed off my tits pretty well, especially when I bent forward.
He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, paused for a second, then plonked the food on the counter. “Pasta. With a tomato sauce.”
“Perfect. Thank you, Daddy.”
He smiled then found a can of beer, popped the ring, and took a long drink.
“You needed that, huh?” I asked.
“Yeah, I guess.” He filled a pan with water then grated some parmesan into a bowl. “How was your day?”
“Busy.” I blew out a breath to show my exhaustion then walked to the window.
I could practically feel his gaze on my butt. He really was an ass man.
“How come?” he asked gruffly.
“Lots going on, as always, and Beth was on a day’s holiday.”
“I hope you took lunch.”
“At my desk.”
“You should go for a walk, get away from the screen for a while.”
“You’re right. I should.” I turned. “Perhaps if a big stern cop appeared and ordered me to, I would.”
He chuckled. “You might just get your wish one day.”
“The girls were intrigued when you showed up.”
“Good. The more people who know you’re mine the better.”
“I’m yours?” I wasn’t complaining.
“Yes.” He emptied a third of the big bag of pasta into the pan and set his attention firmly on me. “You are. Get used to it. No other guys. I mean it. Anyone asks you for a date, you tell them to fuck off. Anyone looks at you like they want to fuck you, tell me and I’ll drop them to the floor.”
“Wow.” I folded my arms. “Possessive much?”
“You better believe it. I don’t share, and in the past my woman didn’t respect that. You will.”
I remembered that his ex had cheated on him so I guessed being possessive, perhaps even over-the-top jealous, was par for the course. “Yes, I will,” I said and walked to the breakfast bar again. I leaned on it, jutting my tits forward. “I promise to respect that. I don’t want anyone but you, so it will be easy.”
His attention went to my chest as he stirred the warming sauce.
I smiled. “So what did you do today? Arrest any criminals?”
