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“Oh yeah?” I murmur, pushing against his growing erection.
Ken groans and kisses my neck again. “Not that kind of surprise.” I pout and he kisses my lips before pulling back. “Come, let me show you.”
He holds out his hand, and of course, I take it. Ken pulls me along, taking me through the house and out the back door. He’s like an adorable kid excited about a Christmas present.
“What’s going on?” I ask with a little laugh as he covers my eyes with his hand.
“A big reveal,” he answers, his lips grazing the shell of my ear.
“A big reveal?”
Ken removes his hand, and I stare down into an empty plot of dirt, marked off with some wooden spikes and caution tape. I tilt my head in confusion, then look over at Ken. He’s grinning from ear to ear. It’s so freaking cute, but I’m confused.
Ken digs around in his pocket and perplexes me further by handing me packets of seeds. I turn them over, seeing the seeds are for fruits and vegetables. Laughter sparkles in his eyes as I raise my eyebrow in question.
“You said you wanted to experiment more with fresh produce,” he says, as if that explains anything. “And I figured you could use a place to grow them.”
“You’re building me a garden?” I ask in surprise. It’s so thoughtful and perfect.
“Actually, I’m building you a greenhouse.”
“What?!” My jaw drops and I look between him and the plot of land, which is definitely more of a rectangle, now that I look at it.
“Now, it’ll take a few days to get everything set up. I’m taking next week off to help the guys get everything done.”
“A greenhouse…” I whisper, still in shock.
Ken’s smile drops and his brows furrow. “You don’t like it?”
“What? No, I love it! I can’t believe you’re giving me my own greenhouse!”
He grins at me and loops his arms around my waist, crushing my body against his. “Don’t you know I’d give you anything?”
“Anything?” I practically purr.
“Fuck yes.”
His lips are on mine, his hands roaming all over me, squeezing my breasts, stroking my back, tangling in my hair to guide my head as he deepens his kiss. I feel him consume me, each stroke of his tongue reminding me I’m his.
Ken picks me up and carries me through the house, kissing me the whole way. He makes quick work of undressing us, then lays me down on the bed so I’m stretched out before him. He kneels on the bed at my feet and trails his fingers over my toes, up the arch of my foot, circling my ankle.
Ken continues touching and tickling my skin, bending over to add soft kisses to the places his fingers just touched. He works his hands higher up my legs, massaging my calves, knees, and thighs. When he gets to my center, he places a sweet kiss on top of my mound and continues moving up my body.
His hands slide over the curve of my hips in reverence and he places small kisses on my belly, nuzzling his head there. I wonder if I’m pregnant. The thought should scare me, but I find that I want it. I want everything with him.
He looks up at me and a moment of understanding passes between us.
Ken returns his focus on my body, kissing a trail up my torso and between my breasts. His knuckles brush against my nipples and he traces the round curve of my breasts with his tongue.
Ken is worshiping my body, showing me how much I mean to him. His hands glide down my arms and he twines his fingers in mine, bringing my arms above my head and holding them in place with one of his large hands on my wrists.
He dips his head down and sucks on my collarbone before licking the curve of my neck and placing a soft kiss at my pulse point. Ken makes his way to my face, kissing up my jaw and placing sweet kisses on my temple, my forehead, my eyes, my nose. He hovers above me, inches away. We share the same breath and get lost in this moment.
Finally, Ken kisses me. It’s tender and reverent, full of promises. He reaches down and drags his throbbing cock up my slit, rubbing my juices all over him. He deepens the kiss and slowly slides into me. I can feel every vein on his shaft as he presses himself into me, keeping his slow, steady pace.
We both groan when he’s fully buried deep inside of me. He stays there for a few seconds, bowing his head so it’s resting on my chest. The hand not holding my wrist ghosts up and down the side of my body, from the curve of my hip to the side of my breast.
“This is everything. Everything. Mine. Mine.Mine,” he whispers into my chest, more to himself than to me.
