Page 43 of Double

“Okay,” I agreed. I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my head in his chest. He hugged me back. And when I tilted my head and puckered my lips for a kiss, he dropped one on my mouth. I couldn’t help smiling to myself. “I like that you did that.”

“What? Kissed you?”

“Yeah, at my command.”

His eyes widened, and his eyebrows went up. “Oh, that was a command?”

“Yep.”

“Oh, so instead of being controlled, you’re doing the controlling now?”

“I’m testing out my power.”

He chuckled. “Sweetheart, I’mma tell you the truth. If that’s how you wanna wield your power, I’m completely wit’ it. You can also get me to grab your ass, suck on your neck, and even finger pop you.”

“Double!” My cheeks burned red.

“What? I’m being honest. Just say the word, and I’ll do anything you ask to that sexy-ass body.”

“Double.” I repeated.

“What? Too far?”

I blushed even more deeply before I admitted the truth. “No.”

Later that night, after dinner, while we were sitting on the sofa with my feet resting in his lap, I spoke. “Hey, Double.”

“What up?” He never moved his eyes from the television or took his hands off my feet.

“I want to open up a dialogue.”

He chuckled. “When you say stuff like that, especially with your accent, it sounds formal as hell. What do you want to open up a dialogue about?”

“As your wife . . .” I began.

“Oh shit. You said, as my wife. Okay.” He stopped rubbing my feet and gave me his complete attention.

I grabbed one of the throw pillows and put it over my face to hide the blush that was rising. “No, don’t look at me. I’m embarrassed to say what I want to say. If you look at me, it’ll make it worse.”

He laughed. “What?”

“I don’t want you to look at me. It’s going to make me self-conscious.”

“So where you want me to look, wife? At the floor? At the wall?”

I laughed at myself, but didn’t take the pillow from my face. “I don’t know. Just don’t look in my face, okay?”

“But your face is one of my favorite things to look at.”

“Double,” I whined.

“Sweetheart, your request is crazy as hell.”

I snatched the pillow down. “You don’t think I know that?”

“Do you?”

“Yes, I do. Come on. You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”