DEMETRIA

“Wildfire?” Marion quizzed, staring at me.

“Mar—Marion.” I fumbled because I was still in shock. He really named his newest establishment after my nickname.

“Come here.” He commanded as he opened his legs wide. I shuffled my feet to where he sat and stood between his open legs. “You love me, right?”

“Of course, Marion, I love you, but it's just too much.”

“I always tell you to get used to it. You’re mine.” He declared. “And I want some desserts from ...