I don’t think I’ve ever been held accountable for anything before. So I give her a lot of respect for doing it now. She knows what she wants and won’t settle for less. I don’t want to be the “less” in her life either. I want to be more than she could ever dream of. “I can’t argue with that.”

Her smile blooms for me like a night flower that opens for the moon. “Good because I don’t want to argue with you anymore.” Leaning over, she kisses my cheek, her hand leveraging my leg to get her closer. With our mouths pressed together, she whispers, “Unless it’s under the covers.”

I close my eyes to kiss her, but she’s off the bed and standing before me with her hands on her hips. “I think we need ground rules, Mr. Westcott.” And my dick is hard again.

Gulping obnoxiously, I then say, “Rules? I never did well with rules. I’m more of a rebel type.”

“You wear button-ups and drive a Maserati, babe. So let’s correct that statement to you were a rulebreaker. Now, you’re my boyfriend.” She has a point. I’m not so rogue these days. Standing in front of me, she toys with the hem of her T-shirt. .. or what I call, teasing. “And as my boyfriend, I promise you two things.”

I lean back with a cocked eyebrow. “Go on.”

“Loyalty. It’s one of the traits that I value most in myself and in others.”

That’s an easy one. “I’m ride or die, baby.”

Running her hand up her hip, the fabric is dragged with it, giving me a peek at her sweet little pussy. She’s determined to torment me. I run the tip of my tongue over my bottom lip as a little reminder of what she’s missing.

Losing some of what I call the upper hand, my peekaboo view is covered, and she crosses her ankles. I’m getting to her, wearing her down, and ready to blissfully deplete her of all releases. “And the second promise?” I ask, feeling quite cocky about now.

“Honesty.” That stings a bit. She adds, “You’ve mentioned being someone else for your family. I don’t want someone else. I want you—the good and the bad, the dark and the light. The truth. Promise me you’ll be honest with me, Harbor.”

I stopped tracking the lies I was living years ago, but there’s something I can say without a doubt. “I’ve always been honest with you; I promise never to lie.”

This time, I’m rewarded when she straddles my lap and pushes me back. Leaning down, she says, “I won’t lie to you, not ever.” I’m quick to wrap my arms around her and hold her there. It’s not a frenzy to get off or anything like that.

It’s a slow seduction of our mouths coming together and then our bodies. Her thighs are tight around my middle as she seeks relief I’m more than happy to give her. Maneuvering my hand between us, I reach lower until the tips of my fingers find her clit. Like a shock of electricity running through her, her head falls back as I rub circles to get her off.