Page 62 of We Three Kings
She’s adorable from the intensity of her confusion. With my thumb, I rub the little lines between her narrowed eyes soothing her stress. “What’s wrong angel?”
“They still haven’t deducted my electric bill or my rent from my checking account. When I asked Mr. Fetters about it, he said it was paid so I don’t know why I can’t see it.”
For this conversation, she needs to be on my lap. I scoop her up from her cushion, almost causing her to drop the crappy computer.
No worries. I’ll buy her another better one.
She shrieks with astonishment as I haul her onto my thighs. She shoves the laptop to the safety of the coffee table before turning to face me.
Her luscious mouth gapes as wide as her eyes. “What are you doing?”
“You were too far away.”
My admission makes her giggle. “I was sitting right next to you.”
When she attempts to sound stern, I get even harder for her. My cock bulges under her ass, and she squirms, well aware of my constant need for her. “Not close enough.”
Before I launch into my reasoning, I enjoy her trapped in my clutches. I stroke down her long hair, flipping the shiny strands behind her shoulder. She bites her pink lip when I thumb over her cheek and down her neck to where her pulse races.
My big hand circles her slender throat. Fingertips almost touch my thumb she’s so petite. A slight moan under my palm distracts me in the best way possible. I’d rather fuck than talk anyway.
“I guess I’ll just go the bank tomorrow to see what’s going on.”
Nope, because that steals time from me doing this to her. “I paid them. I’m here every night so it’s only fair since I’m practically living with you.”
I caress lower, enjoying her heart sprinting under my hand. Next, I’m really going to enjoy the softness of her ripe tits.
“You paid them?”
There’s my favorite squeak. “Yep, and I don’t want any arguments about it. I did it and it’s done.”
“Thank you.”
Her gratitude sounds more humiliated than thankful. When she shifts, attempting to stand, I drag her right back. Her body is as stiff as my dick but not in the same happy way. I growl in her ear. “I’m not letting you go.”
“I’m confused. I just need a minute to think.”
“About what? You’re mine, and I take care of you. End of story.”
She ponders a little longer, her mouth working despite any sound until she swallows.
“Then why don’t you ever take me to your house?”
Ah, now I get her concern. She thinks I’m hiding something from her. Ironic since I’m more open with her than I’ve ever been with anyone in my entire life.
“I mean I really like you being here, and I really, really appreciate you helping me with my bills even though you don’t have to. But I just wonder if there’s a reason you don’t want me to see where you live.”
I trail back up to her chin, tipping her head so I get her gorgeous face and curious eyes in my sights. “Do you remember the first night I came here I told you it felt like a different world with you here?”
She nods quietly.
“Because your apartment feels like a home, with personal touches that make it you. My penthouse is just a place to sleep, store my shit, grab a shower. It’s not the same.”
This time I let her move so she can twist to see me completely. “Really?”
“Really.” I cup her warm cheeks. “And when we get married, I want our house to feel like this.”
A shudder vibrates through her. “Married?”