After everything he’d gone through? She tried to sit up, but his arms caught her, keeping her close to him. “If you ever get married again, you have to have a pre-nup, Remy.”

“I won’t marry anyone but you.” His hands tightened. “Spread your legs for me. I want to touch you.”

He was killing her. She let her knees move wide, allowing him access to her pussy. “You can’t risk the bar again. You have to protect yourself.”

“It wouldn’t be a risk with you. You would stay with me. You would have a family with me. We would give this place to our children one day. God, I hope we don’t have a Zep.” His fingers found her clitoris and brushed over the button, making it hard for her to breathe.

“I can’t. I don’t know.” She couldn’t marry him. He’d lied. And yet the idea of someone else making babies with him was insufferable. She couldn’t think of anyone else getting to hold him and make him happy.

His fingers moved over her, touching her and making her squirm.

“I’ll take I don’t know over I can’t. I’ll take it until I turn it into a yes.” His lips were against her ears, his words hot. “You like to say yes to me. You like to say, yes, Remy, please fuck me with your fingers. Yes, Remy, please put your mouth on me and make me scream.”

Oh, she didn’t hesitate to say yes to that. “Yes. Yes, I want all those things.”

She wanted everything he had to give. She was simply too afraid to reach for it. Or too busy holding on to something that didn’t matter. If she let go of her anger, she might be able to hold on to him.

He stood, lifting her up with effortless strength.

He turned, setting her on the top of the table. Luckily she’d already cleaned up the place, and it looked like she would be doing that again because Remy shoved aside the basket of condiments and menus and laid her out on the table like she was the feast. Cool air hardened her nipples and sent a delicious chill across her skin. She’d served this table three times today. Two groups of friends and one family, but now it would be hard to look at it and not think about what it felt like to lie on top and wait for her Master’s touch.

He stared down at her, his cock erect again. “You are the most beautiful mermaid a man ever found.”

Mermaid was probably more beautiful, but she had to admit she liked her other nickname. “I thought I was a little shrimp.”