“Margo—”
“You can’t eat all my cereal if you love me,” she blurted.
My lips twitched and my hand went to her hip. “Is that right?”
She nodded, chest heaving. “So if you love me—really and truly—Hayes Mitchell, then you have to honor the cereal code.”
I looked up to the ceiling. “I tell the woman I love her, and she sets a cereal boundary,” I mumbled, scrubbing a hand down my face.
“I’m nervous,” she rushed out. “I didn’t expect you to tell me you loved me today.”
I righted my head, chuckling. “My apologies for not fitting into your schedule.”
She looked away from me, focusing on the rain hitting the windows. I reached over to the other side of the couch, nabbed the purple throw she’d brought over a few weeks ago, and wrapped it around her. “Remember how I said we have to let go of the lies we lived if this is going to work?” she asked, her voice distant.
“Yes,” I answered, my cock still inside her.
It took a few minutes, but when she finally looked at me again, an admission fell off her tongue, igniting my soul. “I’ve never been in love before,” she whispered.
I stiffened.
She felt it and let out a deep breath. “I never loved Gordon. What he and I had…it was toxic. Love isn’t supposed to be like that.”
I shook my head. “No, it’s not.”
Her nail found the center of my chest. “I love you,” she declared. “I want to spend my life with you.”
A wide smile found my face. “I’m sensing a ‘but.’”
“You can’t eat all of my cereal, Hayes.”
“Yes, I can.”
“No, you cannot.”
“Temper, my cock is still inside you, I just told you I loved you, and you wanna talk about cereal.”
“And I said I loved you too,” she shot back, eyes glimmering with that damn attitude of hers.
I stared at her for a moment before clicking my tongue. “Yeah, I gotta fuck you again.”
“What?”
When I didn’t answer and stood up. She yelped and scrambled to wrap her limbs around me. I turned and walked back into the bedroom. “Gonna fuck you into the mattress,” I growled, slapping her ass. “Not gonna stop until you tell me you love me as you come all over my dick.”
Her mouth was on my neck then, nibbling and sucking, her tits pressed against me. “Yes, baby,” she purred.
We didn’t come up for air until after midnight.
And the next day, the last thing I expected was for everything to go to shit.
Chapter Thirty
Margo
“Ithink this would be a great component to add,” I tacked on after Roger finished speaking. He nodded, adjusted his wired glasses, and jotted down a note. “Trends come and go as we know, but I think what we need to focus on are thereoccurring trends. If we could come up with a way to predict those specific trends, the business model wouldn’t be playing catch-up for three months.”
I’d been in the university library for the majority of the afternoon with my project team. Today was Jake’s day, and of course, he was making good use of the library’s resources. He had taken up a table in the center of the large open room. Bookshelves lining the glass walls, and the pale gray light of the day streamed down on him and the other students from the arched glass ceiling above. My team had booked a conference room for the afternoon. It was quiet and we managed to make a decent headway.