“Monroe,” I whined.
His laugh was wicked in my ear. “Just getting started, baby. Gotta get you hard so we can play later, right?”
I nodded and pressed back into him, loving the feel of him around me. When he let go and stepped away, I groaned in frustration. But he just hummed a merry tune as he grabbed his e-reader and headed into the living room.
I blew out a breath, finished the dishes, and followed him. I found him on the couch, spread out in a way that was clearly an invitation for me to settle between his thighs. I climbed up and settled in, giving his dick an extra rub with my hip for good measure. If I had to be hard and aching, then so did he.
It was still a marvel to me that he accepted this side of me. But from the very beginning, Monroe had not only accepted but went with it as if it was no big deal. To him, it wasn’t and that meant the world to me.