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I shake my head as I slip my fingers out and pat his ass. “Not tonight. Right now, we’re going to sleep.”
He practically cries, and I have to chuckle at his stubbornness. I flip him over, urging him to hike his hips up so I can pull his shorts over that tiny little ass of his. He squirms as he sits up, pale cheeks a rosy red. “I’m all sticky.”
“That’smywet fucking pussy you’re talking about,” I spit, squeezing his cheeks as I drag him toward me. “What do you say to me, sunshine? I gave you my cum. Be a good girl for me.”
Preening, his little cock tents the front of his shorts even though he’s just finished. “Thank you, Cass.”
“That’s more like it,” I groan, slotting my mouth over his, my eyes rolling to the back of my head when I taste my musk on his tongue. “Who’s taking care of you from now on?”
“You.” His dual-colored eyes are dazed as he whispers this, anchoring his hands on my shoulders. “Fuck, Cass. You have such a nice cock.”
“Biggest you’ve ever taken.”
He throws his head back with a melodic giggle, and then winks at me. “By far.”
My heart soars, not just at the fact that I’ve impressed him with my size, but just at the sheer knowledge that now he knows what I can offer him. All those other fuckers are nothing compared to me. This is just another one of those steps in theright direction—theonlydirection—that will lead him straight to me.
“You okay?” I ask, gauging his reaction as I start to pet the top of his head. “Not too much?”
“No,” he sighs dreamily as he leans into my touch. “Just keep doing that and we’re good.”
I chuckle as I lie back and drag him on top of me. “Come on, then. Let’s go to sleep.”
I hold him tucked in my arms, safe and sound, giving him sweet touches and whispered coos until he falls asleep.
This might not be what Knox was talking about, but it certainly feels right to me.
I’ll get what’s mine if I’m patient. My perfect ray of sunshine can’t be pushed, and he can’t be controlled. He has to accept everything at his own pace.
If I just wait, I’ll get everything I ever dreamed of.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Skylar
“What’s this again?”
With a sigh, I drop my head against the table, banging it on the wood with a wince. I look back up at Max, who’s still staring at my notebook in confusion. “It’s the plan.”
He scratches the top of his head as he sticks out his tongue in concentration. “The plan to…”
“Max, have you even been paying attention!” I shout, then immediately regret my tone. He has every right to be confused.
Who wouldn’t be confused if their new coworker showed up at their apartment, unannounced, holding a bag of bagels, and begging to be let in? Granted, I didn’t snoop through Max’s employee information just for this purpose; I do want to get to know him, but my overeager brain feels the need to share every bit of information about my life.
So, when his first question was, “what’s up,” —I couldn’t help myself.
“But why is the notebook pink?” he asks, holding it and cringing when bits of glitter stick to his fingers. “Is this craft store glitter or supermarket glitter?”
I scrunch my nose. “There’s a difference?”
He opens his mouth to answer, but then shakes his head. “Okay, so, perfect boyfriend then. Run the plan by me again.”
I take a bite of my bagel and nod. Third time’s the charm, I suppose. I flip open my notebook to the first page and start. “I’m building the perfect boyfriend. The idea is that Cass and I will come up with different things a good partner should do and then add it to this list.” I turn to the different pages to show him where I’ll write all those things down. “Every future potential boyfriend has to be capable of doing the ‘MUSTS,’ but we can be lenient on the ‘MAYS.’”
He squints and goes back to the second page. “There’s a table of contents?”
“Organization is sexy!” I defend, snatching my pink glittery halo of greatness and holding it against my chest. “Don’t judge.”
