“We both know just what a lucrative untapped market that is,” I said carefully. “Not to mention, there is nothing wrong with dancing. Everyone gets paid.”
“I don’t know about all that.” She shrugged. “I didn’t go to business school. I barely graduated high school.”
“Bullshit, kitten. Plenty of people didn’t even do that and were brilliant minds.”
“You think I have a brilliant mind?” Her vulnerability was crystal clear.
“I know you do.” I kissed her cheek.
“Honey, I think you see me through obsessed rose-colored glasses,” she sassed, and I found myself grinning like the cat who ate the canary.
“Oh, kitten, you have no idea just how obsessed I am.” Before she could say another word, I kissed her. Deep and wet. We were both breathless by the time we pulled apart. My woman was trembling with need all over, and my cock was starting to harden inside of her again.
“Jonas, more,” she whimpered.
Like I’d said before, there wasn’t anything I’d never deny my girl. Ever.
