He shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest. The muscles bulged, and I swallowed a groan. “What can I say? My cock is generous. And considering I’m having a hard time recalling when he found the time to send those to you, I’d say he’s pretty fucking smart too.”
I grinned. “Well, he definitely has great taste in flowers.” I leaned forward, sniffing the sweet aroma of roses. “You know, I almost feel compelled to thank him.”
Thatch leaned forward against the counter, stretching his arms wide and making the veins of his forearms stand out, and I could practically feel my breasts swell. “Almost?”
“Yeah. Almost.” I set the note down beside the vase and turned to give him my full attention.
He smirked. “Honey, my dick sent you two dozen roses. I think you can go ahead and take out the almost and just leave it as you feeling compelled.”
I moved toward him, into his space until he leaned back and made room for me to stand between his legs. “Today was a really good day.”
He smiled.
“Do you want to hear about my day, Thatcher?” I asked as I ran an index finger down one of his arms.
He stared down at me with an intrigued smirk. “Tell me all about it.”
“I’m surprised I got anything done. I was very distracted by thoughts of you.” I stood on my tiptoes and softly pressed my lips to his. “Did you know I like to write?”
“No, honey, I didn’t know that.” He gripped my hips with both hands. “What do you write?”
I skimmed my mouth across his lips and then his jaw, and I savored the sound of his soft intake of breath. “Have you ever heard of Fifty Shades of Grey?” I asked as I pressed soft yet biting kisses down his neck.
“The BDSM books with all of the spanking and hot sex? Yeah, I’ve heard of them.”
“I like to write stories based on those books. And today, I wrote a little scene with you in mind. You want me to tell you about it?” I asked coyly, gazing up into his warm eyes.
His hands slid up my T-shirt until his fingers were resting beneath the swell of my breasts. “If by telling, you mean showing…” He leaned down and took my mouth in a soft, seductive kiss. “Tell me all fucking about it,” he whispered, his breath warm against my lips.
I kissed him once more and then bit his bottom lip, tugging gently before finally pulling away. “Meet me in the bedroom.” I turned around and headed for the hallway.
“Do I need to bring anything?”
“Just your cock,” I called over my shoulder.
He didn’t waste any time. Thatch was hot on my heels and removing my clothes before I could say otherwise. Within seconds, we were both gloriously naked, standing beside his bed, and kissing the hell out of each other.
He grabbed my ass and lifted me up with ease until my legs were wrapped around his waist. “Show me what you were fantasizing about today, honey,” he groaned against my mouth as he laid us on the bed. His cock was hard and ready between my thighs and pressing against the oh-so-perfect place. “Fuck, I can’t wait to bury myself inside you.”
I gripped his hair and tugged his lips away from mine. “Beg me for it,” I demanded. “Say, ‘let me feel your perfect pussy.’”
He smirked down at me as he thrust forward, sliding teasingly across where I was already wet and throbbing for him. “Is that what you want, baby? My dirty mouth?”
I nodded. God, yes. Dirty talk me, you sexy giant. His body spanned the space of two regular men. He didn’t have two dicks, but he sure knew how to use the one.
“Please, let me feel this perfect fucking pussy wrapped around my cock.”
“Mistress Cassie Grey,” I added.
One of his brows quirked up, confused.
“Say it, Thatchastasia.”
“Thatchastasia?” He sat back on his heels and stared down at me. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
I grinned. “I’m showing you, remember?”
“Let me get this straight.” He ran a hand through his hair. “You wrote yourself as the male dominant, and I’m the female submissive?”
“It’s the only way it would work, Thatchastasia.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re way more submissive than I am, baby,” I explained.
He started to shake his head, but I kept talking. “And speaking of the whole submissive thing, you’re not very good at it right now. You should be saying Mistress Cassie Grey every time you address me.” I patted his knee. “But don’t worry, we’ll work up to it.”
He stared at me for a minute before an amused smirk raised the corner of his mouth. “You planning on spanking me, Mistress Cassie Grey?”
“Only if you’re bad.”
He waggled his brows and grabbed my ankle with one of his large hands. “Oh, believe me, I’m going to be all kinds of bad, honey.” His lips started a slow and heated path from my ankle to my inner thigh. “I’m going to blow your mind.”
“You’re a terrible submissive,” I said through a soft moan. “I should spank the shit out of you for topping from the bottom and not addressing me properly.”