Page 87 of My Turn Petal
Our swollen lips brush and I say, “Can I tell you a secret?”
“On one condition,” he smirks.
“What is it?” I mirror his expression.
“I want you to come on my cock again.”
“Is that an ultimatum?”
“It’s a negotiation.” The way he laughs makes me forget about everything.
“Deal.”
“Then tell me,” he caresses my cheek slowly with his lips.
I cup his face, look into his whiskey-colored eyes, and say, “I love you, Theo.”
His face tells me everything before he licks my nipples and sucks them lightly. “Goodnight, Frankie.”
“Sweet dreams, Theo.”
Before I drift off, I feel his kiss on my forehead and his whisper against my ear, “I’m not going anywhere. I love you.”
Epilogue
Two years later
Thecoolwindcaressesmy heated body right as his scent meets my nose.
I slowly open my heavy eyes.
His warm body is cocooning me, hugging me, tucking me closer to him.
My eyes scan the darkened area. The pool lights illuminate the garden. And the sound of soft music coming from the room travels to us.
I sit on the balcony and between my tired legs, a gorgeous man stands there, holding me.
I make a muffled sound.
“Hey, petal,” Theo pulls away to look at my dazed expression. “Are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” I reply almost soundlessly.
“You blacked out after I took your untouched ass.” He grins from ear to ear. “By the way, you were so fucking sexy doing so.”
He lifts my chin, seals his lips around mine, and pushes his tongue inside my mouth. Biting, kissing me slow and then hard, letting our tongues feed off each other. He’s taking his sweet time, toying with me like it’s the first kiss he’s giving me.
“I’ll fuck your fear out of you every single moment for the rest of our lives, petal.”
My fingers skim the ink adorning his skin and trailing down his V-cut. A rose blooming and shedding its petals—this one is about me.
I cup his gruff cheek, mustering my serious expression, “As long as you bring me nuggets, I’m in.”
We shake with laughter.
“My little negotiator.” He tsks, “You got yourself a deal.” He kisses my forehead.
I nuzzle my nose in his beard, brushing his lips with mine.
