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I smile as I touch it. “Oops.”
“Do you want children?”
I squeak. “That’s a big question.”
“Isn’t that what engaged people talk about?” He shrugs. “I don’t know. This is my first day of actually being someone’s fiancé.”
I slowly turn towards him, careful not to spill the tummy of come. “Are you serious?”
He gives me a stern look. “You showed up looking like a million bucks and called me darling. That’s a binding marriage contract.”
I blink at him.
And then he blushes and laughs. “Too serious?”
“Rufus!” I shove at his chest.
He kisses my forehead. “How about a shower for my precious girl?”
Before I can answer him, he sweeps me up in his arms—we’re really going to have to discuss the fact that I can walk places—and carries me to the attached bathroom.
And my mouth drops open.
Chapter8
Rufus
I setClover on the wide vanity and busy myself with turning on the shower.
Now that I’ve come, and come hard, my more beastly instincts are temporarily tamed and I’m deeply aware that all of this could be overwhelming for my sweet young assistant. Fiancée. Fuck.
She won’t be rushed into a new relationship definition. Not because of a single evening’s role-play.
So I’m going to have to swallow back my more possessive, outrageous ideas. We’ll save them for Monday, when I tell her my new idea for a business—our business. Our new, fresh start, as partners and lovers and spouses.
This weekend, I’ll do my damnedest to stay in the present. Just be with her and make her happy.
Can I keep her distracted with enough orgasms she might not realize I am already desperately in love with her?
It might be important to her for us to fall in love together, slowly, over time.
And first she needs to get over the fact that I’m a very rich man who has a bathroom bigger than her apartment. Which she shares with a roommate, so it’s twice as big as her half of an apartment.
“Rufus…”
“Mister,” I correct her.
She sighs.
Uh oh. That’s not a good sound.
I spin around and hold out my arms. “I’m just a naked man, Clover.”
“This room isridiculous.” Her eyes are wide. “And you’re huge, by the way. Nothingjustabout you.”
“Well, you’re stunningly beautiful, so it’s good that I’m huge. Makes it easier for me to beat people off you with a stick. Or my fists.”
She giggles as I cross to her, blocking out the big fancy bathroom, and pressing my huge naked body against her sticky body.
