" I’m gonna be late to class if you keep that up.” “Don’t care.” I nuzzled her throat and bit softly at the smooth skin. “Give me a little bit, I’ll be ready for round two.” “You’re going to be late for inventory at the restaurant. And I don’t think I can go again, babe.” “Wimp.” “Ha! Uh, well, seeing as I woke up to one, and then you forced another one out of me right after . . . then as soon as we were done with breakfast you brought me back in here and I just had another two orgasms? No, I’m not a wimp, I’m just worn out, mister.” I smiled wolfishly up at her and kissed her lips softly, loving how swollen they were from kissing. “Good. When we’re married, I’m gonna make you stay home so I can have my way with you whenever I want.” She laughed loudly. “Really now? You’re going to make me stay home?” I grunted some form of affirmation and said teasingly, “Gonna turn you into a fifties wife. Make you wear dresses, stay home, clean and cook for me. All day, nothing but pancakes.” “You’re ridiculous. And I refuse.” “To marry me?” I raised an eyebrow at her. “To be your fifties wife. But I can’t wait to marry you. "
― Molly McAdams , Forgiving Lies (Forgiving Lies, #1)