Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 81930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
She couldn’t argue that.
“So won’t you miss not having a Daddy or, uh, Mommy.”
“First of all, there’s only ever going to be one woman for me. You.”
Thank god.
“All right, have you ever thought about what happens if you find a Daddy?”
“Then I’d introduce him to you, and we’d make a decision together.”
She chewed her lip. How would it work? What if the person they found only wanted Marcus?
“Hey, stop worrying.” He kissed her forehead. “If we had a Daddy, he might be able to help you stop stressing so much. You might feel secure enough to let your Little out.”
“I’m secure with you,” she protested. “Although if we had a Daddy, maybe he could get you to stop eating so much junk.”
He gasped. “The horror. You need someone who’ll spank your butt. They might have to have some muscle or their arm is going to get rather tired. You should expect not to sit for at least a month.”
“Me? You think I’d be the one getting spanked?” She gaped at him.
“You are rather naughty. Look at how much you argue with me.”
“I shouldn’t argue with you?” she asked.
“Nope, you should just do whatever I want when I say it.”
She had to grin at that outrageous statement.
It was such a Marcus thing to say.
“Let’s just take it one day at a time, yeah?” Marcus said. “As long as we’re honest and we have each other, nothing else matters. If one day we find a Daddy, then that’s good. If not, then maybe I’ll just have to take a class on spanking to keep you in line.”
She groaned. She was pretty sure she was the one who needed that class.
“You’re sure you love me?” he asked.
“I love you more than anything in the world.”
“Even more than Oreos dipped in a cold glass of milk?” he asked.
“Yep.”
“More than s’mores in front of an open fire while sitting in a ski chalet?”
She’d never tried that before, but the answer was the same. “Yes.”
“More than a donut coated in chocolate with whipped cream and sprinkles?”
“Yes.”
“Whoa. That’s a lot. I don’t love you more than a donut with chocolate and whipped cream.” He shook his head.
Reaching out, she grabbed his nose between her thumb and forefinger.
“I love you more! I love you more! Don’t steal my nose,” he cried.
She removed her hand and his look changed from teasing to serious. “I know I struggle with big emotions. I prefer to tell a joke or hide in my office than deal with serious things. But when it comes to you, I never want to hide. I want to be here for you. I want you to be happy. Even more than I want to be happy. Which is an odd feeling for me. Like I said, I think I knew you were meant to be mine from the moment you first saw my dick and you just stared at it like it was a chocolate ice cream and all you’d ever had was vanilla. Not going to lie, it was a turn-on.”
She slapped her hand over her face. He gently tugged it away from her. “And then when you calmly told me to go put some boxers on because I was going to get a chilly willy, well, I think it was cemented then that you were meant to be mine.”
“I did not say chilly willy!”
“You didn’t? I think you did. And that’s when it all started. That’s when I began watching you… really looking at you. When I got you to smile for the first time, I knew it was my job to make you happy.”
“Oh, Marcus.”
“Don’t you start crying again. Or I’m definitely going to spank you.”
She let out a laugh. “You’re insane.”
“Yes, but I’m also insanely good-looking, incredibly smart and rich.”
“How will this change things, though?” she asked.
“Why does anything have to change? Well, other than where you live. Because you’re not going back to that apartment.”
“I’m not?” Being awfully bossy, wasn’t he?
“Course not. The woman I love doesn’t live away from me. Like I said, I’d have kidnapped you and locked you up in my room after that first week if I thought Cullen wouldn’t throw a fit.”
“That was the only thing stopping you?” she asked dryly.
He tilted his head to one side, his brow furrowed as though thinking about that. “Yes, I think so. What else could there be?”
“What about me? What about what I wanted?”
“Oh, you wanted me. Remember, I saw the way you looked at my dick. Chocolate ice cream.”
She groaned. He was terrible.
But it was the truth.
“I’ve never loved anyone before. And I’ve never had someone love me. And I’m scared.”
“I know,” he told her. “Truth is, I’m scared too. Scared that I might love you and you’ll leave me. That you’ll die. But the thing is, I’m going to love you no matter what. Whether we’re together or not. One of us could die tomorrow or we could live until we’re five hundred.”