"Can I finish talking now?" Scott asks a bit later as we cuddle on top of my comforter, basking in the afterglow.

"You already declared your love!" I laugh, my hand trailing shapes across his chest.

He curls a strand of sweaty hair behind my ear. "No, I was trying to figure something out all week, and I did."

"Oh, yeah?" My hand stalls and flattens on his chest as I look up at him.

He nods, his own hand still circling the small of my back. "Yeah. The thing is, I want to keep you--but I want to still have all the fun we've had over the past month. So I came up with a list of my own."

He scoots out from under and beside me and hops off the bed to rustle in his pants on the floor. I ogle his gorgeous ass and rippling abs, marveling at my good luck. A hot guy who knows me better than anyone who wants to have all the fun sex with me all the time. How in the hell did I get so fortunate?

He reaches into the pocket of his pants and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper and hands it to me. I sit up, taking it from him and read with emotion swelling my chest, tears stinging my eyes.

The Fuckit List Part 2

Sex in public

Sex in a hot air balloon

"Those were the only two I thought of so far, but you can totally add to it. If maybe like, you wanted to try another threesome with a chick, or..." he trails off, smiling at the googly eyed look I'm giving him.

"You made a fuckit list of our own?" I am utterly charmed. Seriously. How in the hell did I get so fucking lucky? And how did I have him under my nose this whole time and remain completely blind?

He snuggles back into my side. "We may be a couple, but it's a big world. I just want to take it on with you." He looks down, a bit bashfully.

I lift his jaw, bringing his eyes to mine. I press a soft kiss to his lips. "You are amazing. And perfect. And I love you like crazy. I want to take the world on with you too."

He yanks me into his arms and we hold on tight to each other for a long moment. Love for this incredible man swamps through me so completely it makes me a little light-headed. I'm utterly giddy about our future. The endless possibilities ahead of us. The things we can do and try together. The adventures we can go on. The crazy amount of sex we can have. The stranglehold my future had on me has disappeared, leaving me reveling in freedom. I can't wait for it now. Now that Scott and I are together, it doesn't seem so boring and staid. I don't have to leave excitement and fun behind. I won't have to accept boring, vanilla sex.

"I have a small confession to make," I whisper in his ear.

He pulls back to look at me. "Okay."

I giggle. "You don't have to sound so nervous. I'm not about to take any of this back. This is completely and utterly real."

"Then what? I thought we didn't have secrets." He narrows his eyes at me.

I snort and shake my head. "We don't, doofus. Well, not exactly. It's not a secret, really. I just haven't gotten around to telling you yet."

He pokes my side. "Stop leaving me in suspense, love. Just tell me."

I stare down at my lap and speak low and fast. "I might have bought a few things. From that Adam and Eve online store."

"Oh really?" He sounds both teasing and way too sexy for my own good.

"Maybe," I mumble, still not looking at him.

"What kind of things?" he asks.

"Fun things."

"Care to be more specific? Please?" He kisses my neck. "Please." He kisses my collarbone.

I shove him off me, his lips and the conversation making me all shivery. "You know. Just the basics. A vibrator. A-uh...an anal plug. A few other things that looked...interesting." I'd wanted way more than I'd actually ended up ordering. Hopefully, Scott and I can browse the site and pick out some things together some time.

"Interesting things? How many other interesting things?"

I shrug, hiding a smile. "I don't know. Four or five."

"And where are these four or five other things?"

"Hidden."

He rolls over, pinning me to the bed with one of his hands wrapped around my wrists and his waist weighing down mine. He tortures and teases me with his lips on my neck and ears and across the top of my chest. I moan and arch into him.

He pulls back, keeping me trapped against the bed. "Tell me."

"Nope." Though I could probably be convinced if he keeps this up. I'm already going to have a hard enough time walking after today, what's one more orgasm?

He rubs his cock against my pussy. "Tell me."

My breath catches and I barely keep myself from capturing him inside me. "Uh uh." I shake my head back and forth. "I will not. I refuse. Never."

He nips at my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. I struggle against his grip, but he's unyielding. "Where did you hide your fun stuff? If I don't know, how can we play with them?"

I huff and turn my face to the side to escape his lips. "Maybe I bought them so I can play all by myself."

He uses the hand not holding me down to tickle my ribs. Laughter screams from my throat and I thrash beneath him, gasping and desperate for freedom from his tickling fingers.

He stops, letting me calm down, but still doesn't release me. "Now that you can have all of this," He rubs his dick through my folds again. "Why the hell would you want to play with them all by yourself?"

He has a point.

One I refuse to concede. "Maybe I want them to be a surprise for you later." Something I really should have thought about before admitting this much.

Scott apparently agrees. "Then you should have kept the whole thing to yourself, love. Because I'm not going to stop until I know." He takes one of my nipples in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

My eyes roll back into my head and I raise my chest, but he releases my tit. "Come on, love. Tell me. Please." He brings his fingers in warning back to my ribs.

I shriek. "Fine. Fine. Just a bottle of lube, some nipple clamps, stuff like that."

He stills, staring down at me with that look on his face he wears sometimes. The look I've finally realized is love-struck, not awe-struck. Well, maybe a little of both. "I am never letting you go, you know that?"

"Well, I certainly hope not."

The band of steel around my wrists loosens. "I mean it. I could kick myself for how much time you and I missed out on together, but we sure as hell are going to make up for it now. You are the perfect woman and you are mine."

I smile up at him. "Of course I'm yours. And you're mine."

He bends down, kissing me with reverence, worshiping me. I pull at him until he all but collapses on top of me. I need his weight pressing me down into the mattress to keep me from floating away. I need the anchor because the feelings bubbling through me are strong and want to billow me about until I lose myself in him.

We break apart laughing when his stomach growls. He props himself up on his elbow beside me. I'm unable to resist reaching up and kissing him again.

He tweaks my nose. "You've worn me down, woman. You better feed me. I won't be able to pleasure you properly without sustenance. And I fully plan to pleasure you perhaps with the help of your secret toys after we've eaten and maybe taken a nap. I'm not a superhero, you know."

I giggle, shoving him playfully. "Let's clean up that horrible mess you made in my kitchen and probably ourselves and head out for brunch. That's how all this started. It seems appropriate."

"It's the middle of the night by now." He looks at me like I'm crazy in the most adorable way.

"I'm sure we can find a place that serves breakfast all night. And if not, we can get supplies from the grocery and make our own brunch."

"Next adventure?" he asks.

"Next adventure."