Page 91 of Playboy’s Purgatory

Keeping my touch gentle, I lead her over to the table where the plans are laid out. She doesn’t resist, but I can tell she’s still a little stuck in her head.

“These are the plans and layout,” I point to the paper.

As I walk her through every room, I can feel her paying closer and closer attention. She keeps glancing at me and I’m not sure if it’s from excitement or because she’s checking to ensure I’m still here and really said what I said.

I’m not going anywhere; she’ll learn that soon enough.

The last room I talk with her about is the kitchen. Her eyes genuinely light up when I tap it on the plans.

“I’m definitely going to need help with the kitchen,” my voice is sly.

“Obviously,” she snarks.

My cock takes an interest immediately. It also means she’s working through my words and filing them in a way she can understand and deal with. I’m more than okay with it.

She let me say them and she didn’t slap me. What more could I really want?

I’m not expecting Lara to fall down on her knees in front of me and thank her lucky stars because I want to move her into my house. She’s not that kind of woman, and I haven’t come close to earning it yet.

I’m learning that I’m much more patient than I thought I was. Maybe it’s only when it comes to my girls.

“Now that you have the layout, let’s talk finishes.”

Lara gives me a droll look, but that doesn’t mean she hesitates to help me make decisions. Flooring. Cabinets. Counters. Fixtures. We talk about everything, what to keep the same throughout and where to make little changes.

When all the decisions are made, Lara leans back and nods at what we’ve pulled together as the final choices. I do the same and try to picture it the same way I can picture how a tattoo is going to come together.

“This is going to be perfect.” I say it with satisfaction and pride.

And my woman helped me pick out every single thing. While she might have been resistant and doesn’t want to truly hear why I wanted her help, she didn’t hesitate.

“It will be really nice,” her voice is cautious.

“I’ll need help picking out furniture when everything is done,” I throw the words out there like they don’t matter.

From the way Lara looks at me, we both know they matter a fucking lot.

“I’m not going to help you furnish your house,” she sounds genuinely appalled.

I make a humming sound and turn until I’m resting against the edge of the table. My hands find her hips and guide her closer to me.

“I’m really not,” she protests like it’s going to make any difference. It won’t.

“Okay,” I whisper.

She narrows her eyes at me suspiciously. It’s smart of her to be wary. I’m not giving up on this one, but I’m willing to retreat.

I’ve already thrown her for one loop already. I don’t want her running.

Then I’d just have to chase her.

When she’s standing between my thighs, my fingers tighten on her waist. Her body shudders and knowing I have that effect on her makes me want to bend her over the table and fuck her raw until my cum is dripping out of her.

“Thank you for your help,” I murmur the words as I lean forward and my lips ghost along the column of her neck. “I really appreciate it.”

“Oh,” she groans, “you appreciate it?”

I make a humming sound in the back of my throat and nip at her skin before licking the sting away. When I suck the same place between my lips, I absolutely want to leave a mark behind.