“Oh?” Her one-syllable question came out as a soft sigh. He slid his hands into her panties and, with her jeans, eased them down her legs. She stepped out of them. “Why?”
“We’re getting married. After that, I can’t be sending you to jail or anywhere else away from me.” His hands cupped her derriere and lifted her up, settling her against his lap. She took his hardness inside her and folded her legs around his thighs. “Not even for one night.”
He rolled his hips forward and she began to groan with pleasure, but not before getting in the last word.
“Bossy.”