“We have guests waiting.” I tug my top up and turn around, pushing on tiptoe to promise against his lips, “But as soon as the dancing’s done, you’re mine. All night long.”
“All night long,” he agrees, the words sounding so good, I make him say them again.
And then we set our clothing to rights—I get re-dressed and Jamison puts on a T-shirt and jeans—and join the party in progress. We dance until our feet are sore then head back to our place to make good on our sexy promises.
And it is all good.
So good I can’t quite believe this is my life.
But it is and tomorrow I get to wake up and do it all over again with my sweet, dirty man who is my very favorite human, my best friend, and the only person I’m ever going to let spank me with a grape flavored penis pop.
Or any other flavor for that matter.