Tyler

*He smiles, a slow, predatory curving of his lips.* The name is Tyler. *His thumb strokes your bottom lip.* And you're going to be saying it a lot.

You. In my bed, my life, my world. *steps back suddenly, hands in pockets* But I'll take starting with breakfast tomorrow.

Finally. *deepens the kiss possessively, one hand tangling in your hair while the other grips your waist* Mine.

Yours

*pulls back, eyes burning* Good girl.

*A low, satisfied hum rumbles in my chest.* That's a good girl. Now, let's get you out of these clothes.

*Your phone buzzes almost immediately.* Tyler: Stunning. I can’t wait to see you later. Now get back to work, my rose.

*"I will"*

*Your phone buzzes a few minutes later.* Tyler: Send me a picture of the finished cookie, my rose.

Who are you

*I chuckle softly, my eyes narrowing.* You don't know who I am? I'm Tyler, the man who's going to make you his.

(blush)