Broken Course (Wrecked and Ruined #3)(73)

"I don’t know. I like to keep my options open," she responds sarcastically.

"You know what I like for you to keep open? Your legs. Jesus, I can’t wait to get home."

"Focus, Leo. Moving in together," she scolds.

"Right. Break your lease. I’ll pay the fees."

"I’m less worried about the fees and more worried about how it’s going to affect us."

"ángel, we already basically live together. This will just make it permanent. And I’m not sure if you have missed this somehow, but we are absolutely permanent."

"I know we are. It’s just… It seems like a huge step. We still have so much talking to do and stuff," she says quietly.

"What else exactly do we have to talk about? You might not have noticed, but we don’t actually do much talking on Thursdays anymore. We mainly talk about our days and then have sex. Thursdays are officially my favorite day of the week." I smile and she lets out a soft laugh. "I think we’ve covered all the hard stuff and we’re both still here."

"Yes. We are getting along so well. Clearly, it’s time to move in together and start fighting about who should pay the electric bill and who left the cap off the toothpaste."

"I like those kind of fights," I tell her honestly. "Because I know they always end with me apologizing, even if I don’t mean it, and then you get naked."

"Leo James! I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that part about you not meaning it!" she shouts, making me laugh.

"Come on. Move in with me," I exaggeratedly beg. "Besides, I don’t like the idea of hiring a maid, so really this would be a win for me."

"And they say romance is dead," she deadpans.

"I love you, Sarah. You know I was joking…kinda." I wink. "But I’m serious about you moving in with me. I want you there all the time. I want to come home to you every night and know that you’re safely tucked into my bed when I’m away. I want a life with you, ángel."

"I’m wet," she replies out of the blue.

I sit blinking at the screen for a minute. My neck should ache from whiplash after that sudden change of topic. I’m reasonably sure she’s just trying to distract me, but I can’t say that I really care.

"Show me," I answer, leaning in close to the computer, but she doesn’t move a muscle.

"Last night, I woke up about an hour after I fell asleep. I was so turned on. I was having a dream that you snuck into the bedroom and pinned me on my stomach as you slide in from behind. I swear I could feel you inside me, Leo."

"I like this dream." I lick my lips as I immediately go hard.

"When I woke up, my hand was between my legs. It was a sad substitute for you, but it was working."

"Fuck, ángel." I begin to rub my growing cock.

"It was amazing until I completely woke up and remembered I told you I wouldn’t come without you. Then it f*cking sucked." She crosses her arms over her chest in an adorable show of attitude.

"Well, I’m here now." I tug down my pants, revealing my erection.

Her eyes glance down the screen for a second before she lets out a groan. "It was all hot and sexy at first when you claimed my every orgasm, but I’m not playing games anymore. I shouldn’t have to ask for permission to get myself off. Especially on nights like last night when you were gone."

"Take off your pants. Show me what you would have done."

"I’m just letting you know that the deal is officially off."

"No. Every time you come is for me and me only. I’m sorry I was gone, because had I been there, I would have rolled you over and made good on your dream. You should have called me. I would have told you all about what I would have done then listened to you moan my name as you came."

"You were working," she says, pulling her shirt over her head, exposing her f*cking perfect tits.

I begin stroking my cock as I watch her fingers roll her nipples. "Take. Off. Your. Pants. I want to see that wet *," I growl.

"See, I figured you would get all caveman. ‘Grunt. Your orgasms belong to me.’ So I will repeat. I’m not asking here. I am, however, willing to make a compromise."

"Oh yeah? What’s that?" I continue to stroke myself as she reaches down to the button on her jeans.

"What if I agree to only make myself come while I’m in your bed? Well, I guess it would be our bed at that point." She smiles and my hand stills.

"You moving in with me?" I ask as a huge smile creeps across my face.

"I don’t know. Are you going to throw a macho shit fit about me rubbing my clit while imagining your long cock buried inside me?"

Holy. Fucking. Hell. I can’t decide if I’m happy or so turned on that I need to push the computer back a few inches to keep it from forever glowing under a black light.

"Yeah, I’m going to throw a fit." I pause, and I can tell by her face that she’s about to get annoyed and shut me down. "But only because I like the idea of you coming in my shower too."

She smiles and temporarily disappears offscreen only to reappear a second later completely nude. "Our shower," she corrects, reclining on the bed and dropping her legs wide open.