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The slimmer version of myself that I was in Denver was stress-induced. I’d much rather be plus-sized and happy than mid-sized and miserable.
I nearly came on the spot. Okay, that’s not true. There was a child in the room, and I’m not a complete pervert!
“You would really hook up with another man with my mark still on you?”
Jaw? Meet floor.
“I could toss you over my shoulder, Cassandra.” “And hurt your back in the process,”
“I don’t want to be a convenience fuck.”
“What you said about me throwing you over my shoulder? First of all…I could do that. Feel free to challenge me on that. I love a challenge.” I turn on my heel to march the other way. “But second of all, who gives a fuck if I couldn’t? Do you think that makes you any less worthy of someone? It doesn’t. It’s a superficial fucking nothingburger of a comment. It tells nothing about the person you are or the beauty you possess.”
“If you think for one fucking second your body isn’t everything I want…” My voice catches in my throat as I palm her side, my thumb brushing along her breast as my pulse races in my veins. I take a deep breath to collect myself. “Everything I have been craving…” I blow softly on her collarbone and relish in the shiver I see roll through her body. “And everything I jack off to when I can’t sleep at night because you haunt all my waking moments…” My tongue slickens my lips as I pull back to stare hungrily at hers. “Then you’re not as smart as you think you are.”
Make no mistake, you aren’t a convenience fuck, Cassandra. You are a dream fuck.”
“Eyes on you.” “Good girl.”
