Later on, when it was close to 6 pm, after the confessions that had basically ripped Antonio’s heart out, and after a tender lovemaking of which Tara had been the instigator and the leader, he offered her two options, “Do you wish to come with me to Kitten or to stay home and wait for me, mi reina?”
She looked at him, from where she laid next to him on the bed, with something akin to reprimand in her eyes.
“No, there’s no third choice,” he told her, the ghost of a smirk settling over his lips. “You’re not going back to your flat… not as long as I can help it.”
“Possessive,” she said in a teasing tone, as she squeezed his biceps, “I like it.”
The way she purred the second sentence made him go hard for her at once.
She must have noticed his growing hard-on which, admittedly, was ha
