Page 38 of Big D!ck Energy

She shifted against her pillows, and I caught the rustle of silk. “What are you suggesting?”

“Twenty questions. We take turns asking each other stuff. Basic getting-to-know-you things that actual married couples would know.” I paused. “Unless you want to show up to family dinners unable to answer what my favorite color is.”

“Do you have family dinners?” She sounded skeptical.

“That counts as your first question. And yes, my mom hosts them every Sunday. She's going to be so excited to meet my wife.” I let that sink in for a moment. “My turn. “What's your favorite color?”

She blinked. “Really? That's your hard-hitting investigative question?”

“I'm starting easy.” I adjusted the pillow beneath my head. “Besides, color preferences reveal more than you'd think.”

She tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “Fine. Green. Forest green, not that bright neon stuff.”

“Interesting.” I nodded thoughtfully. “I pegged you for a pink girl.”

“That's because you're making assumptions,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Which is exactly why we need rules for this little game.”

“Ground rules?” I grinned. “You really can't help yourself with the structure, can you?”

“No personal questions about exes, nothing inappropriate, and definitely nothing about...” she gestured vaguely toward my lower half, “...that situation you've got going on over there.”

I laughed, enjoying how flustered she got. “That situation has a name, you know.”

“I'm sure it does,” she deadpanned. “And I'm sure you've told many women all about it.”

“Jealous, wifey?”

She rolled her eyes. “My turn. What do you do besides fighting? Your career can't last forever.”

“Getting practical already. Real wife energy.” I shifted, considering her question. “I’ve already started moving into other things like commercials, television, movies, and I've got investments, real estate mostly.”

“Smart,” she said, sounding genuinely surprised.

“Don't act so shocked. There's a brain behind these abs.” I tapped my temple. “My turn. Why fashion?”

She smiled. “At eighteen, I was picked up by a modeling agency as a plus-size model, but I wanted more. I wanted something that was mine, and I love making women feel sexy and attractive.” She paused. “Plus, I'm good at it.”

“Humble, too.”

“Says the man with an ego the size of Montana.'“

“Fair point.” I conceded with a chuckle. “Your turn.”

“Siblings?”

“One older brother, Austin, and one younger sister, Cheyanne. She's going to love you.” I couldn't help my smile, picturing my sister's reaction. “She's always wanted a sister-in-law to gang up on me with.”

“I think I'll like her already.” Davina's expression softened momentarily before she caught herself.

“You would. She's as bossy as you are.” I let my gaze travel over her face. “What about you? Any siblings?”

“One sister, younger. She's in med school.” There was so much pride in her voice. “Our parents are basically bursting with professional pride between us.”

“Ah, high achievers. Your turn.”

She studied me for a moment. “What are you most afraid of?”

I whistled low. “Getting deep already.”