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“Physically or metaphorically?” Her question confuses me. She runs her hands through my hair. “Barefoot and pregnant?”
“Ah, is that how you see it—as being locked away? Imprisoned?”
“I guess it depends on the intentions. If it’s just to keep me, then yeah.”
“At least I don’t expect you to be in the kitchen as well; we have a chef for that.” I pull her down onto my lap so that she’s straddling me. “I would never want to keep you if you didn’t want to be kept, no matter the circumstances.”
“What do you want?” she asks me like she already knows the answer.
This moment feels so intimate, so connected. Like all fears and barriers that have held me back are gone. “I want you, all of you. The important question is, what doyouwant?”
“I want”—she reaches between us to undo the buttons on the shirt—“to be ravished and satisfied, Mr. Vaughn.” She finishes unbuttoning it, rolling her shoulders to slide it down her arms so that she’s completely naked. “Can you help me with that?”
“Gladly, Miss Flowers.” I lean forward and take a nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before switching to the other breast. I flip her to her back, standing up to remove my clothes before crawling up her body. “We’re going to play a little game,” I say as I kiss my way up her belly to her breasts, then her mouth. “I want you to confess to me your ultimate fantasy.”
“I’m living it right now.” She lifts her head to kiss me again, her tongue sliding into my mouth.
“You know, baby”—I grab her hands and pin them above her head—“if you tell me”—I lean in, swirling my tongue in her ear—“I’ll do it to you.” I pull back to look at her when she grows quiet. “What? There’s no shame between us; you can tell me.”
“I feel a little embarrassed because I don’t feel like I know. I haven’t really been in a relationship before that cultivated fantasies.”
“What about when you get yourself off? What do you think about?”
She giggles, her face turning red. “I don’t want to say.”
“Daphne,” I lower my voice, “I fucked you in public a week ago; you sucked my cock under a table; I think you can express to me what gets you off when you’re alone.”
“Well, I like to read those dirty romance novels where the guy is some rich asshole who is much older and likes to be in control sooo…”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I laugh. “You’re serious?”
She nods her head, laughing as she covers her face.
“So I’m literally your fantasy? Wait, is that why you agreed to come on the yacht, to act on this fantasy?”
“I mean, yes and no. I was very attracted to you and interested in you and after you kissed me in my apartment, I just knew I couldn’t say no.” I feel my chest tighten—is that all I am to her is a fantasy?“But,” she continues on, “like I said last week, it’s more than that. It might have started as just a physical attraction albeit born out of serious dislike for you.” She giggles again, then her expression turns serious. “But I know I’m falling… I-I haven’t had these kinds of feelings since Carson and it scares me.”
I release her wrists, dragging my hand down her body till I grip her waist, the other propped on the pillow behind her head. “Falling?” I rub small circles against her skin.
“Yes.” Her eyes search mine and I can see she’s worried she’s said too much but she can’t take it back.
“So, kissing you in your apartment that night convinced you to give in to your fantasy…” I lean forward, brushing my lips across her stomach softly. “What else can I convince you to give in to if I make love to you right now?”
“Depends,” she says in that flirty demeanor. “Since you asked me, what’s your ultimate fantasy, Mr. Vaughn? What do you think about when you get yourself off?” She drags her finger down my chest.
“I meant what I said tonight—I’m done playing nice; I’m done playing games. You might be falling, baby, but I already fell.”
“You— You’re—”
“In love with you? Yes.” I drag my hand up her body to her face. I brush her hair away, my fingers wrapping around the back of her neck. “I think I’ve been in love with you since the moment I met you. I felt drawn to you but I fought it. I was scared too but I can’t fight it any longer. I don’t want to. I want your heart.” I place my hand over her chest. “I want your body.” I drag it down, plumping her breast in my hand. “I want your mind and your soul. I want you, all of you. I want a life with you.” I continue dragging my hand down further till I reach her belly. I press my hand against her. “I want to create life with you.”
“What are you saying, Weston?” She reaches her hand down and cups my face. “Ask me.”
“You know what I want, Daphne.”
“Do I?”
“You know exactly what I think about every time I get off.” My tone is serious as I stare down at her. “You know exactly what I fantasize about every time I come inside you.” I wrap my hand around her jaw so that she’s focused only on me. “Or maybe I haven’t made it clear so let me… I want you as my wife. I want you in my daughter’s life as more than her teacher. I want to get you pregnant.”
