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“You want babies?”

Something we’d never discussed. “I do.”

“How many?”

“Two or three. I don’t want them growing up lonely like I did.”

“I don’t want to use condoms. Not when we’re together. That first baby is mine. Then after, we can talk. I’m not budging on the first one though.”

“Yes, Sir.” I whispered when he backed me against the counter.

“You’ll take my last name?” He asked.

“When you put a ring on my finger.” I pushed back.

“Done. You want a wedding?”

“I do. I want my friends there.” I put my arms around his neck. “You want a ring?”

“I do. You want them to have rings?” He asked.

I paused. “When we get to that point, yes. I married you. In your fucked up way you asked me, not them. So if they want to sign on, yes, I’d like to exchange rings.”

“How was your first time with us?” He lifted me on the counter and spread my legs.

“Chef’s kiss.”

“You would know.” He pulled me to the edge and then entered me quickly. “Fuck!”

“Mmm…” I held on tightly to him. “Somebody’s going to see us.”

“Good. Have you decided about the house?” He asked, fucking me slowly.

“I want it to be something I’ve never seen before. An experience where my audience and clientele are few. They’d make reservations to eat with a set menu, set number of tables, and for it to be exclusive. Tickets only. I want to combine my love of books with my love for food. Maybe local authors make an appearance.”

“So what’s holding you back?” He asked.

“How do I make that work here?”

“Hire somebody who is an interior designer. Somebody who can make what you have work until you can afford to knock walls down and create the layout you want. You have to make it profitable though. I’m talking exclusive prices to go with those exclusive seats or dial back the menu.” He leaned forward and sucked on the sweet spot below my ear.

“Okay. So you don’t think it’s stupid?” I asked him.

“Not at all. You’ll need to separate it from your living space. I recommend security and when you figure it out, let me know and I’ll recommend some good companies.”

“You mean like yours?” I asked him.

“Well, yes, and no. Get there first.” He kissed me and changed the tempo.

“Ooh!” I cried out, feeling him deeper than before.

“Mind if I watch?” Caesar said as he grabbed my water from the floor.

I didn’t remember dropping that.

“I do.” I moaned while motioning him to come close. “I need you.”

“Atta girl.” He came close and climbed on the counter. “Hands up.”

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