Page 27 of Bearly Taken

“I’ve been thinking about you too. And I’ve wanted another baby since Parker turned one. I just knew I couldn’t afford it, and didn’t have the time they would deserve. Things are different now, though.”

“Much different. We could give it a few more months, so you’re more certain that I’m here to stay, then consider trying again.”

“I’d like that.”

My chest ached with her words.

My cock, too.

Fuck, I wanted her in every way.

In my arms every morning, as soon as I opened my eyes.

In the chair next to mine—or on my lap—during lunch.

Snuggled up against me as we watched a TV show after dinner, inevitably getting distracted by each other’s bodies until we ended up making love on the couch.

And in our bed.

In the kitchen.

In the shower.

Everywhere.

“Before we get to that, we have to figure outus,” she said, distracting me from the montage of glorious sex scenes running through my mind.

“Us?”

“Yeah, us. As in, our relationship. We need to set boundaries and figure out what we’re comfortable with.”

“I’m comfortable with your body against mine,” I said, without turning around to look at her. I still wouldn’t do that until she told me I could. “Very comfortable.”

She laughed. “That’s not what we’re talking about.”

“What kind of boundaries are you hoping for?”

“The kind of boundaries that tell me where we stand and remove my paranoia about using my vibrator when I’m horny.”

My cock jerked. “How often are you horny?”

“We’re not talking about that, either.”

“We could be, though.”

“Reed,” she warned.

I sighed. “Alright.”

“We need to come to an agreement about masturbation. I should be able to get myself off whenever I want to, without worrying that you’ll break into my room.”

My amusement—and cock—shriveled up at that. “You’re worried about that?”

She hesitated.

Fuck.

I wasn’t sure whether to be more hurt, frustrated, or pissed at myself. I’d been fighting like hell not to make a move on the woman—mywoman—and she still thought I was being too pushy.

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