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Different needs. Different dreams.
“What do you want, Charles?” I ask.
“I wanted to offer something in return of a truce,” he says patiently.
“I didn’t know we were at war.” I take a step toward the door, but Charles blocks me from leaving the en-suite bathroom.
“Okay, Daisy, then I would like to be where we were this morning. You trapped, at my mercy, and me free to do whatever I want.”
“Whatever you want?” My eyebrows rise, heat crawling up my cheeks.
He probably could have done whatever he wanted and I probably wouldn’t have complained.
There’s no probably about it. It’s all definitely.
“I have something to cheer you up. But you need to close your eyes.”
“Are you going to take advantage of me?”
Would I mind? Not really.
I would like to get out of this depressive mood that has suddenly set upon me like a dark cloud.
“I told you already, when we have sex, you’ll be begging me for it, my dear wife.” Charles grins.
When and not if. Oh my!
“Uh-huh. Your overconfidence has always been scary, boss.”
“Are you done being difficult, or will you just close your eyes?” He shakes his head.
Am I curious to know what Charles’ definition of a truce is?
Of course, yes.
Do I close my eyes at his command?
Unfortunately, also yes.
But in the next second, Charles has thrown me over his shoulder and is walking out of the bathroom.
“Charles! Put me down.”
“Shh, and remember, eyes closed.”
“I’m not going to be shushed.”
For some reason, I want to experience his surprise to its greatest extent, hence I keep my eyes closed, but that doesn’t stop me from smacking his behind.
God, this man has a tight ass. He could even put Captain America to shame.
“Can you please not share everything you think?” Charles chuckles before placing me down next to the tall windows in the bedroom.
“I’m not going to apologize for admiring your ass. You should be happy.”
“Thank you so much for objectifying a part of my body I don’t even spend a minute thinking about.”
“Don’t worry, there are plenty of girls who spend an unhealthy amount of time thinking about it, so it’s not getting left out.”