Page 97 of Naughty November

“I love you, too. I’d love to stay here with you all day.”

I tap his nose. “You have to get up.”

“I know.” He draws the words out, almost sounding like a petulant child.

“We can come back to bed later.”

“Promise?”

“Yes.” I kiss him for as long as I dare and then playfully push him towards the edge of the bed. “Come back after your shower.” I use a tone that brooks no argument, even though I know there won’t be any anyway.

“Yes, Sir.” He only calls me that when he’s being cheeky.

I’m ‘Sir’ at The Library, but I prefer him to use my name, no matter how subservient he’s being.

I fold my arms under my head while he showers. I could join him, but then he’d never get to work. He returns a few minutes later, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. His skin is pink from the heat of the shower and still a little damp. His tan faded over winter, making his body a more even canvas for me to write on. I stand, retrieve a red pen, and join him in the middle of the room.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are today?” I ask.

“Not yet.”

Smiling, I write it across his ribs. “Have I reminded you you’re mine?”

“Hmm, your kisses did a good job of that.”

“Not good enough.” I write ‘I belong to Devin’ over his heart.

“Do we have any plans today?”

“It’s my night off.”

Jools’s eyes light up. “Can we play today?”

“Of course.” I write ‘playtime after work’ on his stomach. “Any requests?”

He shakes his head. “You decide. You know what I enjoy. You know what turns me on.” He drags his finger over my chest and then kisses me.

His skin has reacted beautifully to the brush of the pen, enhancing the letters. I write ‘sexy’ right above the towel and then coax him to bow his head so I can kiss his hair.

“Get dressed, or you’ll be late.”

I make breakfast while Jools gets ready. A few minutes later, he joins me, gaze glued to his phone.

“Everything okay?”

He replies with a quirky, lopsided smile.

“What? Don’t keep me in suspense.”

“Let’s just say it’s useful having a boss who’s in Australia.”

I arch an eyebrow. “Have you heard about the transfer?”

He grins. “Yup. I’m officially working for the London office now. He said he’s sorry to lose me, but understands why I want to relocate.”

“That’s wonderful.” I stand, scoop him into my arms, and kiss him with a mixture of passion and relief.

“I guess I’m yours for good now.”