Page 20 of His Angel

“That’s ridiculous,” he said, but I could see he was thinking it over.

“I love the attention I get, and I’m not saying I don’t like being watched, or that you’re wrong, but we have different reasons for it. You need validation, I just like turning people on. Okay, I like being admired too, but it’s also because I really like to make people horny.”

“Huh,” he said, thinking about it really for the first time. “I guess you’re right. Doesn’t mean I won’t stop fucking in public, though.”

“I’d kick you in the balls if you did, Johnny. No, I’m not trying to psychoanalyze you or tell you to stop, I’m just saying, you’re good enough for me. I want you and only you and you will always be what I want. I don’t need you to fuck me in front of every man in the universe to prove that to me. I want only you.”

“I think I’m starting to get that.” He smiled and pulled me down for a brief kiss. “Are you hungry?”

“For your dick? Starving.” My hand went under the sheet he’d draped over his hips and grabbed the part of him I wanted the most.

“That too. Let’s go get something to eat, then I’ll fuck you in your bed until the sun comes up, how does that sound?”

“Like pure bliss.” I got up and grabbed my clothes, eager to get back into a bed with him. I paused though, just as he opened the door to leave after dressing. “You won’t stop fucking me in front of an audience though, right?”

“Baby, we’re becoming legends around here. I think there’d be petitions if we stopped. Besides, I’ll never get enough of watching you perform for me and the people watching us. It is truly a wonder to behold.”

“Good. I’d hate to have to throw a hissy fit before we even get out of the door.” I laughed, content now that he was close enough to touch.

“You’re going to keep working?” He asked a few hours later, after food, more sex, and a nap to get them through another round later.

“I am. I like it too much, and I might as well make what I can while I can, right?” I answered, wrapped around his chest with my leg thrown over his hip.

“I don’t blame you. I like knowing all those people want you and can’t have you.” He said and I could hear the grin in his words, even though it was pitch black in my room.

“If we keep having sex without a condom, I’ll be home with a baby, though.” I reminded him, poking his chest at the same time.

“Fuck, yeah. We do need to get some kind of birth control going or we’ll end up parents.”

“Would you want another kid?” I asked, not sure if I did or not.

“Maybe, if it happens. But if not? That’s good too. And if you don’t want them, then we’ll make sure it doesn’t happen. Or try to, anyway.”

“Okay. Yeah. Maybe we should be careful until we’re down the road a ways, at least? You might decide you hate my singing in the shower one day and chuck me out.” I laughed, knowing he adored it when I sang.

“But you sound so lovely, bellowing out all those old 80s songs.” He moved away from the hand I pushed out of the darkness to smack him with. “No hitting, missy. Or I’ll spank you.”

“Promises, promises,” I said, knowing that’s what I’d get, and saying it anyway.

“That’s it, I wasn’t going to spank you, but you’re getting it now.” He pulled me across his lap as he sat up, his hand coming down right over my naked bottom with a sting.

“Fuck yes,” I groaned, loving the burning pleasure that stung at my skin. “Again.”

“Freak,” he said, but brought his hand down, loving the way my ass jiggled under his hand.

“You love it,” I shot back, but gasped as his hand came down again. “More.”

“I think you just want my fingers in your ass, honey.”

“That too. Spank me while you do that,” I goaded, knowing he couldn’t turn down the dare, even if we were both tired.

Another hour later and I was finally satisfied, and he was asleep. I went into the living room, and got a box out of the bag I’d hidden under my couch. I opened the small white box and placed it on the nightstand on his side of the bed. Inside was a small gold rose, the only one I’d ever give a man.

It wasn’t exactly a proposal of marriage, but if he took it, it would mean more than a promise to fuck him for an allotted amount of time. I’d waited a very long time to give a man my rose. Johnny had earned it, and then some.

Johnny’s voice came out of the darkness when I slid back into bed with him, with a question I hadn’t expected.

“Do you still think I’ll set you back, Tara?” There was a vulnerability in his voice, in the question, that I hadn’t expected to ever hear from him.

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