Page 144 of Forbidden Fruit
“Say it. Say myfuckingname.”
“Calvin,” she screams.
“Damn right.” I grip her tighter, our bodies colliding, fire coursing through every thrust. “Now say thank you.”
“Thank you.”
Her release shatters through her, her whole body convulsing. She’s perfect. My perfect girl. My perfect brat.
Her climax drags me over the edge, and I follow with a guttural groan, emptying myself into her as the world goes still.
Afterward, she collapses onto the bed, wrists still bound but loose, her breath slowing. She’s out within seconds.
I undo the belt carefully, kiss each reddened wrist. Then I clean her up gently, every touch reverent.
Once I slip in beside her, I wrap her in my arms. Her breathing steadies, safe against me.
“Marry me,” I whisper into the silence.
She stirs and lets out a soft sigh.
And with her tucked against my chest, I finally let myself fall asleep.
The next morning, I’m woken by a trail of soft kisses starting at my bare back and working their way up to my shoulders, then my neck, before ending with a gentle nip on my earlobe.
“Hmmm,” I mumble, slowly blinking awake. My entire body feels deliciously sore, especially between my legs, a kind of ache only Calvin knows how to give.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he murmurs against my ear.
Still half-asleep, eyes closed, I flip onto my back and stretch out my arms, silently asking for a hug. He chuckles softly but indulges me anyway. As he pulls me into his arms, he flips us so I’m now sprawled on top of him, my head nestled in the crook of his neck. I can’t help but inhale deeply. He smells so good, fresh and clean, like he just stepped out of the shower.
“Why do you smell this good so early in the morning?” I ask, nuzzling closer as I keep inhaling his scent. He smells good enough to eat, and the thought makes me mischievous. Ilightly suck on the skin of his neck, earning a low groan from him.
“Because we have a lot to do today, and we should get started,” he says gruffly as his hand slides from my bare back to cup my ass.
I hum against his skin, still intent on leaving a mark. But then his hand comes down with a light swat on my ass, making me pause.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warns, playfully.
I prop myself up on his chest and meet his amused gaze. “Who says I can’t finish it?” I challenge, raising an eyebrow.
He smirks. “Me. Because we have an appointment in less than an hour, and I need you to shower, eat, and get ready so we can leave.”
That gets my attention, and I grin. “An appointment? Ooh, sounds intriguing. Where are we going?”
“I’ll tell you when we get there,” he says, effortlessly maneuvering us out of bed with me clinging to him like a koala.
“You’re lucky I love surprises,” I tease, resting my head on his shoulder.
He chuckles. “I know.”
As he carries me toward the bathroom, a sudden realization hits me. “Uh, Cal, I’m naked.”
“I know. Dylan left this morning.”
Relieved, I let him set me down gently on my feet in front of the shower. “Shower. Now,” he commands with a kiss to my temple before stepping out.
I’m ridiculously happy as I step into the shower, the warm water washing away the remnants of last night. Once I’m done, I find my pink towel hanging nearby, courtesy of Calvin. Wrapping myself in it, I head out to find him.
