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“I do, but you’re going to feel this in the morning, Bets. Your sweet pussy was unbelievably tight, baby. Like new shoes, we need to break it in gently.”
I snort laugh at that. “New shoes! Heath!”
He shrugs with a grin. “Well, in reverse, I guess. I won’t hurt you, baby. I tell you what, if you like hearing my voice so much…” he shakes his head like he still can’t see why, “I’ll read to you at bedtime. You pick the book.” He rolls his eyes as if he can’t believe he’s making the offer, knowing I’m not going to pick something tame.
“Really?” I love this idea. Maybe later he’ll let me record him? Then I could play his voice, telling me sexy things whenever he isn’t available.
Heath simply nods, then scoops me up and carries me into the shower.
Heath
Betsy in a white fluffy bathrobe is both sexy and adorable. And when she gives me a cheeky grin while stealing the fattest mushroom off my slice of pizza, I have to force the frown of disapproval so she won’t be disappointed.
She pops the morsel in her mouth, licks her fingers and asks, “So, now that I’ve somehow managed to convince you to fuck me occasionally, I have a question.”
I raise an inquiring eyebrow, wondering if I should correct her assumption regarding timing now or later.
“Do I get to move into your room or…”
I pull her to me with a growl, rubbing my unshaved jaw lightly over her skin in punishment. “It’sourhouse, Bets. Not mine. I’ve always meant that and whatever bedroom you want to call ours is as well. Wherever you are, you’ll be naked and I’ll be right there with you, enjoying the view. And I won’t be fucking youoccasionally. I’ll be fucking you every damn day.” I’m practically thumping my chest to make my point, so Betsy’s radiant smile takes the wind right out of my sails.
“Oh, goody!” She smiles sweetly and steals another mushroom. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
“We’ll move your clothes in the morning and when you’re ready, we can take a trip to retrieve your parents’ things from storage,” I remind her gently.
She sobers at that, biting her lip in the corner. “Maybe in the summer? I’m honestly not sure I’m ready for that. Having those things tucked away — it’s like my parents are still at home and I’m living on my own. If their stuff is here…” her voice trails off.
I drop a quick kiss on Betsy’s palm. “Then they can stay in storage for the next twenty years. Or longer. I thought you might want some of your past here, but only when you’re ready, baby.”
She nods and then smiles at me from under her lashes. “You know what I’m ready for? Storytime.”
I sigh and roll my eyes. “Then go pick out your book, Bets.”
She stands and stacks our empty plates. “Anybook?”
I grimace at what she might pick, but she looks so damn excited I can’t say no. “Whatever you want.”
She drops the plates by the sink and scurries off with a wicked giggle.
I slide the dishes into the dishwasher and lock up the house. I’ve no idea what she’s going to pick out, but when I walk into the bedroom, I’m still shocked.
Betsy is back in her curvaceous holly pajamas, sitting up against plumped pillows holding — the dictionary. It’s an old Webster’s. I think my grandparents got it for me when I started high school and I never had the heart to get rid of it.
“Seriously? You want me to read you the dictionary?”
Betsy nods enthusiastically. “It’s not what you say, Heath, it’s the way you say it. That, and I’m not a masochist. So if you read something deliciously naughty and then didn’t follow-through I might get really grumpy.”
“Even if I promise to make you cum? You still want the dictionary?” I shake my head in wonderment.
“Well, yes. Honestly, it could be the phone book. But then I wouldn’t get to hear you say aardvark.”
I slide into the bed next to her and arrange her between my legs so her back is resting against my chest.
“There’s going to have to be some rules for storytime, baby. No touching yourself, understand? If your pussy starts to ache, you let me know and I’ll take care of it for you.” How in hell she could get there from the dictionary is beyond me, but I’m sure we’ll be moving on to spicier things soon.
Betsy dutifully wraps her hands over my forearm with a small nod. “Okay. Can I touch you?”
I consider that carefully. I want her comfortable with me, with my body and not holding back. “You can, but only what you’re able to reach without moving.”
