Page 96 of Fractured
And bless Dominik, because I had heard him start to say something and then didn’t.
He left me alone.
It was when I was finishing my book that I smelled it.
Steak. Garlic.
Yum.
I grabbed my things and headed into the kitchen.
I sat them all on the island, then rounded it and stepped to his back, wrapping my arms around his waist, resting my cheek between his shoulder blades.
“Thank you.” I said as I kissed his back.
He chuckled as he tangled his fingers with mine, “Good book?”
I nodded, “Oh yeah.”
“Next time, if you think a book is going to make you cry, warn me, alright? Took damn near ten years off my life when I saw you were crying.”
I giggled, “I’ll try. But the best books bring out emotions.”
He shrugged.
Typical man.
***
“Why didn’t you tell me you were married before?” I asked him as I played with his chest hair. I liked that it wasn’t full-on bigfoot kind of hairy, but a light dusting.
“Because when I think about it, it was just something that happened. I married her because she got pregnant.”
“Is that how you feel about me?” I asked.
I felt him shake his head, “No. For you, it would be monumental. Giving you my last name, fuck, that’d be the best day of my life. My highest honor would be hearing you call me your husband. Yours. No one else’s.”
At his words, I had to show him how much I liked that.
Which was why I started moving, shifting my body so I was on top of him. Then I moved lower, and lower... and lower.
“Minx, what are you doing?” He asked.
I grinned, “Showing you how much I liked what you said.”
Then the moment I made it to my destination, I smiled.
Poked my tongue out and ran it up that throbbing vein.
His growl filled the quiet room.
And the moment I wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked him deep; his hand went to my hair and tangled in it.
“Fuck, Minx.”
I smiled as I worked my mouth up and down his cock, treating it like it was a million-dollar lollipop.
Sucking hard.
