taste the forbidden fruit

❝ yes, naughty girl.❞ he growled. he needed to think of a pet name, something that wouldn’t degrade her though. she didn’t deem fit for a filthy whore anymore. his gaze drifted upon her while his eyes glistened with amusement. 

❝ you said that about the last vacation we went on. do you remember how that turned out? an absolute disaster. ❞

❝ you don’t get to just walk away when you deem fit! ❞

he often caught himself staring at her an admiration. when this first started, it wasn’t supposed to be more than a one night stand. now look at the two of them. he snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed her between his legs, hips shifted slightly to remove his jeans.  ❝all yours, ❞ he muttered as he rested his arms behind his head.

❝ exactly. that’s it; fun. what can I do there that I’m unable to do here? ❞

shit. he repeated to himself when the familiar voice reached his ears. how could he let that happen? oh, right. he told himself that he wanted space, mostly from her. as much as he swore he loved her, he couldn’t take the clinginess. ❝ what the hell gives you the right to barge in here unannounced? ❞

❝ you might as well cancel it because we’re not going. it isn’t even up for discussion. ❞

she took him by surprise every time, no matter how many times the two of them fooled around. the blonde always found new ways to keep his attention on her. ❝ you’re going to show me just how good you are, hmm? on your knees. now.❞

❝ that includes the email that I received in regards to a reservation to something called the happiest place on earth. what the hell is that anyway? ❞

❝ that’s my girl,❞ he muttered. he lowered his head to husk against her ear. ❝ that’s daddy to you. first of all, I need you to take this off. ❞ or he could easily rip the top off, it seemed to ease his patience. 

❝ hey, now. I know when to say no, especially when it comes to you. ❞ he nodded his head in agreement with himself before he cracked open the beer. with a soft sigh, the brunette leaned back in his chair.