“Where do you see yourself in five years?” She’s seated between my legs as she reads a book on her kindle that I know will have her riding my dick within the hour. Not that I’m complaining. She turns her head to look up at me. I’m watching television so I take a second to mute the sound and press my lips to her temple. Usually that question sends a rush of anxiety through me. Not wanting to tell a woman that I saw myself as potentially chief of surgery at the hospital where I was currently an attending physician. A job that doesn’t leave much time for a woman or kids or any of the things that she may be looking for. I tighten my grip around her.

“Wherever you are.” The words slip out of my mouth without even thinking. I can’t believe I just fucking said that.

She turns in my arms and looks at me. “What?”

Well, no going back now. I let out a sigh. “Wherever you and this pretty pussy are, that’s where I want to be.”

“Don’t… don’t make this about sex. JP seriously? I… You see me in your future?”

I nod. “I know you’re young and you may not—” I’m cut off by her hand over my mouth.

“Stop.” She twists her mouth and I see a rush of tears flood her eyes. “I assumed… I mean, I thought I was your mid-life crisis.”

I narrow my eyes at her playfully. “I am not having a midlife crisis, Whitney.”

She cocks her head to the side and raises an eyebrow at me. “Well, you did get a new car…”

“I hadn’t in like ten years! And I like Porsche’s.”

“And a very young girlfriend. Those are usually the big ones. Not to mention the whole skydiving thing.” I chuckle, remembering how hysterical she was a few weeks ago, when Trey and I decided to go skydiving.

“Well, regardless of the fact that I fit the criteria, you are not my mid-life crisis. You’re my everything,” I tell her and she launches herself into my arms and presses her lips to mine. She slides her tongue between my lips in search of mine and I meet her with the same enthusiasm, holding her to me by the back of her neck.

“So, in five years,” she says after she pulls away and begins pressing lazy kisses down my neck. “Do you see us… you know, like with kids or… you know…” She visibly shakes in my arms and I wonder if she’s nervous to ask me about marriage.

I smile because she’s not looking at me, her face is still buried in my neck except now she’s dragging her tongue along my pulse point.