I went to turn off the lights and she shook her head. “Lights on.”

Lights on.

“Shakes game play?” she questioned.

I laughed, my head falling to the ground. “Really? Right now?”

She grinned wide, nodding her head.

I frowned. “Because really I just want to rip off your clothes and make love to you over and over again.”

She smirked at my comment. I could see her considering the idea by the way her eyes sparkled. Her tongue wiped across her bottom lip and she shook her head. “Shakes game play.”

Shakes game play was a game Ashlyn had come up with on her own. It only had a few rules. Rule number one: One person quotes something from a William Shakespeare play. Rule number two: The other person must guess what play it was from. If player two guessed right, player one removed an article of clothing. If they didn’t, the clothes stayed on until the next round.

We faced one another, her body still swaying back and forth, a beautiful grin on her full lips. She seductively heightened her shirt, pulling it past her belly button.

“'Cowards die many times before their deaths. The valiant never taste of death but once.’”

I grinned, rubbing my hand under my chin. “Julius Caesar.”

Her shirt heightened, moving across her beautiful br**sts and over her head. The shirt landed between us on the floor. Her eyebrow arched in my direction as she stood in her pink bra.

For a moment, I stared at her stunning curves. Ashlyn Jennings was a Goddess. And I was just a man, completely overtaken by my beautiful Goddess. There was no doubt in my mind—my only job in this lifetime was to love her.

“Daniel,” she giggled, blushing at my eyes on her.

“'If music be the food of love, play on.’”

She ran her hands up and down her sides in thought. I felt my jeans twitch from watching her touch her fingers across her body.

“Twelfth Night,” she said matter-of-factly.

My shirt came off next. I tossed it into the pile. I listened to her moan lightly, staring at me. Her eyes were thirsty, and I promised myself I would fulfill her desire. She bit her bottom lip, and I wanted nothing more than to wrap her body against mine, but I was patient.

“‘Speak low if you speak of love,’” she quoted from Much Ado About Nothing.

When I told her the answer, she nodded twice. Her fingers slipped into the sides of her shorts and she wiggled her hips, sliding them down to the ground. She used her toes to kick them to our ever-growing pile of clothing.

“‘My bounty is as boundless as the sea. My love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have. For both are infinite.’” I said the quote and meant it more than she could ever know. Her eyes watered over and she placed her hands over her heart. “Don’t cry,” I smiled.

She laughed, shrugging as a tear fell down her cheek. “I cry a lot. Just learn to accept that fact about me.” I accept. Her lips parted again and she released an exhale. “Romeo and Juliet.”

I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and she held a finger up, stopping me. I narrowed my eyes. Her feet tiptoed toward me and her hands moved to my jeans. She slid them down my legs, bending lower and lower with every inch that the jeans fell. Her lips lay against the edge of my boxers and she gave me small kisses.

I felt her hot breaths exhaling against my skin. My body reacted to her small contact. It responded even more when her tongue slipped out of her mouth and she lowered my boxers slightly. Her tongue danced around my hips, running up and down, making my desire for her expand. Only for her.

“I do that to you?” she whispered against me, her hand gliding over the fabric of my boxers, her fingers gently touching. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. You do that to me. She studied my body, sliding her hand inside my boxers.

“Ash…” I muttered, loving how she knew me. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her up to me. I stared down into her green eyes and moved my lips to hers. My tongue slipped inside of her mouth and her tongue danced with mine.

Taking my hands around her waist, I moved her to the wall. She moaned as I pressed my body to hers. Her panties slightly touched my boxers and she cried out when I pushed my hips against her. Her hips moved back and forth against me, forcing me to groan into her mouth.

“Do you love me?” she exhaled heavily.

“Yes,” I sighed against her neck, my teeth gliding against her skin.

“Show me.” Her hands slid her panties down. Then she removed my boxers, allowing me to step out of them. “Show me how you love me.”

I reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, allowing it to fall to the ground. My hand wrapped under her right thigh, lifting her leg from the ground. I placed her leg against my waist, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. My hardness pressed against her, and I listened to her cry out in pleasure.

“I love you slowly,” I said, clasping my hands under her thighs. I thrust into her tightness, loving the way she invited me in. Her mouth gaped open and I paused, allowing her to become comfortable with me inside. “I love you deeply.” I lifted her other leg up around my waist, supporting her completely. My mouth moved to her earlobe, and I whispered as I sucked it slowly, “I love you quietly.” My hips rolled against her, my breaths heavy, hungry. “I love you powerfully.” Her head fell against the wall, her breaths mere pants. “I love you unconditionally.”

My lips roamed to her br**sts, kissing them, licking them, sucking them. My teeth glazed against her left nipple and then my tongue flicked it over and over again before I sucked it, loving the way she moaned my name. She increased her movements as I pounded into her.