Chapter 61
“Now, it’s my turn,” Reese said, leaning down to flick his tongue over her nipple.
“To service me?” she asked, blinking.
Chuckling, he leaned down and flicked his tongue over the other nipple. “To ask the questions,” he informed her as he ran his hand over her hip and down her leg.
“I wasn’t really done there, Yummy,” she said, turning over onto her back and reaching for him.
“What else did you want to know?” he asked, leaning down to kiss her as he slid his hand over her thigh and up her leg.
“You’re kind of putting me on the spot there, Yummy,” she admitted with a gasp when he slid his hand between her legs.
“That’s kind of the point, sweetheart,” he said, kissing her as he gently rubbed his hand between her legs.
Sighing, she said, “We really need to work on your interview skills, Yummy.”
“We really do,” he readily agreed as he slid a finger inside her to find her wet and more than ready for him, but he needed to clear up a few things before they concluded this interview. “You’re marrying me.”
“I am?” she asked, groaning.
“Mmhmm,” he murmured, kissing her as he slid his finger inside her again.
“I don’t remember saying yes, Yummy.”
“Because I didn’t ask,” he pointed out as his thumb joined his finger and he slowly teased her swollen clit, deciding that he needed the extra advantage.
“Isn’t it customary to ask?” she asked, smiling against his lips.
“Only morons ask,” he pointed out.
“I see,” she murmured on a gasp as he added a second finger.
“I’m not giving you a chance to say no,” he told her as he shifted over her and settled between her legs.
“And you thought I’d say no?” she asked, shifting her legs further apart for him.
“Wasn’t chancing it,” he said, reaching between them so that he could release himself.
“I-” she started to say, but he decided that it was probably for the best if they just got to the point now.
“So, you love me?” he asked, shifting so that the tip of his cock was teasing her slit.
“I’m not really sure that this is an appropriate line of questioning for an interview, Yummy,” she said, smiling while she ran her fingers through his hair as she rolled her hips, trying to turn the tables on him.
“That’s a damn shame,” he said, shaking his head sadly as he pulled his hips away, determined to tease the woman into admitting that she was madly in love with him and couldn’t live without him.
“And why’s that?” she asked on a gasp as he ground his cock against her, making sure that she knew just how much he wanted her.
“Because I’m afraid that I’ve taken a vow of celibacy,” he said, making her lips twitch.
“Really?”
“I’m afraid that I don’t have much of a choice,” he said, sighing heavily even as he continued to grind himself against her.
“That’s a shame,” she said, matching his sigh as she kissed her way along his jaw.
“It really is,” he readily agreed, biting back a groan as the vicious woman kissed and licked her way down his neck as her hands moved down his back, over his ass, and-
“Fuck,” he groaned when the devious woman gave his ass a squeeze that had his cock eagerly jumping to do her bidding.
“So, this decision to become celibate…”
“Is necessary,” he bit out, struggling to focus as she gave his ass another squeeze.
“Because?” she asked, sounding a little smug as she rolled her hips and forced his cock deeper between her slit.
“Because otherwise I’m afraid that you’d just keep on using me for my body,” he somehow managed to get out with a straight face.
“I see,” she murmured. “And marriage would help?”
“It couldn’t hurt,” he admitted with a shrug and a frustrated groan as she stopped kissing him so that she could lie back on the bed and let her legs drop back down away from him.
“Is this about respect?”
“Yes, yes I’m afraid it is,” he readily agreed as he settled more deeply between her legs, desperate for the contact.
“Are you afraid that I won’t respect you in the morning without a ring on my finger?” she asked,
“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of,” he said, nodding as he gazed down at the beautiful woman that-
“Oh, fuck!”
-was evil.
Pure. Evil, he decided as she reached between them and wrapped her hand around the tip of his cock with a bored sigh.
“So, you know what I think, Yummy?” she asked, giving the tip a squeeze that had him clenching his jaw shut and trying to stay still.
He opened his mouth to answer only to moan when she shifted her hand on him so that she was caressing the tip. “I’m thinking that I really have no choice but to marry you,” she said, nodding gravely.
“You really don’t,” he said, nodding his agreement only to lick his lips with a curse when she stroked him.
“That’s what I thought,” she said with a defeated sigh. “We’re going to have to get married so that we can have an insane amount of sex.”
Lips twitching, he couldn’t help but agree. “I’m afraid you’re right.”
“I see,” she said, looking thoughtful as she continued to stroke him before she asked, “Will this marriage include early morning sex?”
Nodding, he said, “That really went without saying.”
“And shower sex?”
“Really? Do you really have to ask that?”
“I think it’s best if we clarify things from the beginning, don’t you?” she asked, blinking innocently up at him.
“Yes.”
“And you’ll build me a brand new kitchen?” she asked, pursing her lips up thoughtfully as she waited for an answer.
“I could probably do that,” he said, absently wondering how she felt about fixer-uppers, because he already had plans for them.
“And you’ll share your juice with me for the rest of our lives?”
“I don’t really think that I had much of a choice on that matter, did I?” he asked, making sure to sound putout only to groan when she shifted so that the tip of his cock was at her entrance and-
“You were saying?” she asked when she shifted until the tip was inside her so that every stroke, and god love her, she hadn’t stopped stroking him yet, had the tip moving inside her.
“I will happily share my juice with you,” he said, nodding as he leaned down to kiss her.
“Then I suppose I could marry you,” she said, sighing heavily and making him chuckle.
“And?” he prompted, brushing his lips against hers.
“And, I suppose that I might be in love with you,” she finally admitted as he pushed forward and slid home.
“You suppose?” he asked, smiling as he kissed her.
“Mmmhmm,” she murmured around a gasp as he ground himself inside her.
“Are you marrying me because you’re head over heels in love with me and you couldn’t imagine spending another day without me?” he asked, because the idea of going even one more day without her destroyed him.
“That really went without saying, Yummy.”