Page 57 of Her Fantasy Husband

He helped himself to a plate of rolls and cheese, ham, and smoked salmon.

“I just got whatever was in the fridge.” She perched on the chair next to the bed and nibbled a roll.

He was quiet for a minute while he ate and tried not to think about the possessive thing. He devoured three rolls, drank two cups of coffee and finally relaxed back, replete. At least his stomach was replete; the rest of him was definitely feeling needy.

“What are you doing today?” she asked. “Do you need to go in to work?”

He did actually. There were things he should do. But he didn’t want to go to work. He wanted to stay right here. “Let’snotgo in to work today.”

She peeked up at him. “What should we do instead?”

“Stay in bed.”

“All day?”

“Yeah. Stock up on provisions. Barricade the door and maybe work through some of those fantasies of yours. You want to describe a few?”

Color flushed across her cheekbones, and she blinked a couple of times then shook her head.

“You should make a list,” he murmured. “Write them down.”

Her eyes widened. “I don’t think so.”

“Baby, if you can’t say them, and you can’t write them, how am I going to know what to do?” He grinned. “And how are you going to actually do them.”

“I’m hoping I’ll be swept along in the moment.”

“Give me a little hint then.” She didn’t answer, just continued to study her toes. “How about, I talk and you somehow indicate what you like the sound of?”

She nodded.

“Obviously missionary is okay. And if I remember rightly, from behind is your favorite.”

She nodded again.

“Anal?”

“Ugh, no.”

“Standing up? You on top? In the shower.”

She nodded again, but seemed to have gone mute. Just talking about it had made his dick rock hard. Hopefully it was affecting her the same way. From the flush on her cheeks and the pulse beating at her throat, he was pretty sure it was.

She cleared her throat. “We mainly did it different places. The beach, my office, the Heath, in the changing rooms at Harrods…”

He shook his head at that one. “Sorry, babe. For another day. Today, I don’t plan on leaving this room. And probably not that bed. Did we ever spend a whole day in bed in your fantasies? Have sex until we’re both too sore and too tired to move?”

“No.”

“You want to?”

She nodded. “I do have to go out for a couple of hours tonight. It’s my night to volunteer down at the rescue center.”

He rubbed his chin with one finger. “You’re a millionaire. You could pay someone.”

“I like doing it.”

“Okay, I’ll come and help you do the chores. That way we can get back here quicker. Now, how should we begin? What shall we do first?”

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