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“Sweetheart, I am so ready for this.”
You close your eyes, shivering in anticipation on the bed. You smell Bucky’s sweat, feel the warmth from his skin next to yours. His rough hand lightly dancing over your naked skin, shoulder to breast, before resting, cupped, over your stomach.
“Gonna put my baby in here,” he murmurs into your ear. You groan, wanting to lean into him, unable to because of the restraints holding your wrists.
“Bucky, please,” you murmur, turning your face to him as far as it can go. “I just want to see you.”
“No, baby, you know that’s against the rules.”
“But—”
“Mm-mm.” He rests a finger on your lips; you try to suck it in, but he’s too smart, too quick.
Even if he does cup that same hand around your cheek and lean in for a searing kiss.
“Don’t be doin’ that, I’ll want to give you my cock to suck next, and how’m’I gonna get a baby in you that way?”
“First time for everything,” you gasp, breathless. He chuckles, so low and full that his belly shakes against you. “Please let me look at you…”
“All right, sweetheart, hold on.”
A moment later, the blindfold is gone, and there he is, your beautiful man, kneeling between your legs, ready to thrust into you. Cock standing proud and thick below the paunch of his belly. Your name tattooed above his heart.
Cowboy hat perched on his head. He pushes it back and winks at you.
“Hi, darlin’,” he says.
You cock your head to the side. “Huh.”
He frowns. “What?”
“The hat’s all wrong,” you decide. “Can we do a do-over?”
Bucky stares at you. “A do-over.”
“Yeah.” You pull your hands out of the wrist restraints—thank God you’d invested in the velvet-lined elastic versions—and twist around to fumble in the box sitting by the side of the bed. “Not a cowboy. What about…”
“Oh, God,” groans Bucky, pinching the top of his nose. “Babe. Does this have to be a production? Can’t we just—?”
“Aha!” You sit up in triumph, holding a chef’s toque and a tie adorned with dollar signs. “The billionaire who falls in love with a sous chef!”
Bucky sighs, long-suffering. “I love you. So much.”
You kiss his cheek. “You are the best boyfriend ever.”
And then you plop the chef’s hat on his head.