“And speakin’ of what not to do,” Knight started and I didn’t stop exploring but I stopped focusing on the sensations his skin under my hands caused in me and focused on his face. “My tees, no. You crawl into my bed, you do it na**d or you bring over some of your cute short-shorts and camis and I’ll get you shit I like that you can wear. You can wear my tees around the house after I take you, my shirts if you want but you do that, you do it without underwear. But you don’t sleep in them. And if you’re not in your short-shorts, you don’t sleep with underwear either. You with me?”
That wouldn’t be hard so I nodded.
Knight kept commanding.
“And that cunt you gave me, I’m gonna want it regularly. Not just Saturday nights and when you can fit me in Sundays. What you’re doin’ means somethin’ to you so we’ll work around it. But you got the remote for the gate, I’ll give you a set of keys. I’ll be at work but you’ll be in my bed. Come prepared and you tell me what’s better for you. The nights after class or the nights after clients?”
“Either,” I answered. “I’m used to my schedule, honey. So whatever you want.”
His eyes changed in a way I liked and more of his weight settled into me as he murmured, “Whatever I want.”
Oh boy.
What did I do?
“Knight –” I started but his eyes locked on mine.
“Whatever I want includes you givin’ me your security code and a set of your keys. I want you in satin, I text you, you get your ass here. I want a switch up, when I’m done, I come to you. Yeah?”
I thought about this and I did it quickly since Knight seemed to like decisiveness.
Then I thought, Yeah.
So I said, “Yeah.”
“Good,” he muttered then asked, “You hungry?”
I grinned. “Yeah.”
“Can you cook?”
Cooking for Knight in his kickass black kitchen.
Okay, I liked that.
My grin became a smile and I repeated, “Yeah.”
Knight grinned back, right there, my body wrapped around his and he ordered, “Then get your ass out of my bed, back in my tee, no panties and make me breakfast.”
Right, call me crazy, you could even call me a freak, I didn’t care.
Evidence was suggesting I liked bossy.
So I whispered, “Okay.”
Knight liked it that I liked bossy. I knew that when, at my word, I saw his grin become a gorgeous smile and he dipped his head and kissed me. It was wet, it was long but it was not demanding.
It was all sweet.
And boy, I liked that too.
Then he lifted his head, slid his nose along mine and whispered, “Right, baby, feed me.”
Then he rolled off me.
I rolled the other way, pulled on his shirt, tossed him and the long length of his hard body a smile over my shoulder and I walked to his kitchen.
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