Page 53 of Naughty November

“Ain’t gonna happen.”

I suppressed a sigh and let him get on with the washing. He seemed intent on running aftercare with me, and I couldn’t complain. I’d do the same with him.

“I want more of what we already have, darlin’. You, me, our boys—holidays, dinners on the roof, vacations, work lunches. Just…” He shrugged and poured water over my stomach and cock. “With added benefits.”

Let’s discuss those.

“Such as?”

He hummed. “You’ll find that you wanna spend the night at my house all the time, of course—until it makes no sense for you to keep your condo. There’s space for Alex too.”

I smiled.

“A shit-ton of sex,” he added. “Don’t worry, I’ll bend over for you too.”

He made me chuckle.

Fuck, it felt like a weight had lifted off my shoulders, and I could hardly believe this might be my future. To think, we could share a bed every night and always be together? Cook dinner together, catch games on the couch together—without the plan of my going home at the end of the night.

He cleared his throat and twirled a finger. “Turn around.”

Fine.

I had a feeling I knew what he wanted. I turned around and grabbed the railing.

“Good boy.” He smacked my ass.

I rolled my eyes and ignored the twinge of fuck-me-that-stung. Apparently, he just needed to go near my ass for it to hurt.

“You’re gonna have to set the limits when it comes to playing withothers,” he said, quieter now. And I suddenly didn’t like the topic. “If it were up to me, we’d be 100% monogamous, and all play with others would be nonsexual.”

I furrowed my brow and looked at him over my shoulder. “I’m not poly, Reid. Nor am I interested in sharing you. Nonsexual play with others sounds great, but nothing more.”

He flashed an uncharacteristically bashful smile. “Yeah?”

I nodded once, thinking back on all the times we’d had someone between us. Talk about bittersweet. I’d taken what I’d been given, at the same time as it’d pained me more to see him fuck others.

I winced through a wave of both relief and hurt when he poured water between my ass cheeks. Thankfully, he was careful. His fingers brushed over my opening, and I shuddered. One part wanted more, and the other was far from ready.

“Are you done inspecting my ass? I kinda wanna cuddle,” I said.

I knew the seating area could be converted into a sunbed.

“Kinda wanna?” He smirked into the kiss he pressed to my spine. “That doesn’t sound like worship to me. I wanna hear you beg to be near me.”

I grinned to myself, and afuck youwas resting on the tip of my tongue. Along with an “I regret everything.” But he’d see that coming. So, no. I turned around instead, and I gathered his arms around my neck.

His smirk was still there.

“Please, Reid.” I leaned in and kissed him chastely as I reached down and palmed his ass. “Please share that sunbed over there with me—and spend the night convincing me that my lost dream is about to come true. That this is really happening.” I smiled when his cockiness faded. “That’s all I want. A life with you. Always being close to you, always sharing everything with you. Calling you mine.”

Not a trace of humor lingered in his eyes.

I kissed him again, and he managed a nod.

“I guess I can do that,” he murmured.

I believed him. After all, he’d told me what I was.

His.