Just a Bit Ruthless

Roman stared at him. “You can’t seriously want children with me.”

Blushing a little, Luke met his gaze steadily. “Why not? Do you expect me to have children with some other man?”

“Don’t even joke about that,” Roman said, laying his hand on Luke’s nape. “You’re mine.”

“Maybe, but I don’t care,” Luke said, turning his face to kiss Roman’s palm. “I want to be happy. You make me happy.”

Fuck dinner. Dinner could wait.

“I will.” Roman pressed his lips against Luke’s, stood up, and carried him toward the bedroom.

He had a boy to make happy.

“Then what do I have?”

I have lots of love to give.

“Please, stop making sense. You’re the villain. Don’t deviate from the script.”