Dirty Owner

I drop down to Ford’s chest, sweat dripping down my back.

“Fuck,” I breathe and Ford hold me close in his arms.

“I love you, baby,” he says kissing the top of my head.

“I love you too,” I say as he draw lazy circles on my back.

“And for the record, I can’t wait until you put a baby in me either,” I say.

Ford’s chest vibrates as he laughs and he leans down to kiss me on the lips.

“Well, then, maybe you can ditch your birth control when we land in New Zealand.”

“That sounds good,” I say as my eyes become heavy with sleep.

“Sleep, baby. We have a long flight ahead of us,” he says.

And I do.

We aren’t in New Zealand when I wake up but we find several things to do in the meantime.

Dirty things.

And necessary things like eating and sleeping.

By the time we get to Auckland it’s morning there. The sun is peeking up through the horizon, making the sky all orange and blue, chasing away the darkness.

Kind of like what Ford does for me.

I was so alone and scared when I stole his wallet. Though I’m convinced I would’ve been fine if I hadn’t met him, I’m glad I did. I found my man, albeit in the wildest way possible. An auction. It was worth it. If I had to do it all over again, I would.

Every single time.