Nice Until Proven Naughty

“So this is the equivalent of a caveman carrying his woman back to the cave.”

“Me Ben.” He pounds his chest. “You Dani.”

I laugh and wrap my arms around his neck. “You’re a goofball. I hope your son gets your personality.”

“Son, huh?” he says, walking us toward our room. “You think it’s a boy?”

“Maybe.”

“Well, if he has my personality, I hope he has your golden eyes.”

“And your nose. You’ve got a great nose, Ben.”

“Why, thank you. It’s my most complimented body part.”

I laugh. “I also want him to have your heart. Because you have a beautiful heart.”

“It’s only beautiful because it beats for you.”

“You’re too good to me, Ben Wallace.”

“We’re good to each other. I love you, baby.”

“I love you, more.”

“No way.”

“Yes way.”

“Nope.”

“Uh-huh. Give up, Ben. You can’t win this argument.”

“I love you the same?”

“See, I do love you more.”

He growls, slides the key into our door, and pushes it open. He tosses me on the bed and stands before me in all of his handsome glory.

“I love you more, woman, and I’m about to prove it.”

“How?”

“Whoever gives the most orgasms loves the other person the most.” He pulls his shirt over his head, pounces on the bed, and settles between my legs.

“No fair,” I say, the words trailing off into a moan when he pulls my panties to the side and licks my core.

“I love you, Danielle.”