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“Can I touch you?”
“Can I kiss you?”
I love a man’s hands around my neck.
“Room 1742?”
The fact that he’s asking instead of telling—or just straight up ripping it off me—has my heart melting like a popsicle.
He’s sweet as sugar. I’m sure this lethal muscle machine has the capability for violence in the game, but out of uniform he’s a big softie.
“Can I please fuck you now?”
“Stop being so damn polite and fuck me. Take me and use me until I’m a dripping mess. You can spank me, tease me, use any hole. And if you expect to only go one round, you better adjust your expectations because—”
My gaze settles on his hard cock, and I’m reminded all over again that I am so deliciously straight. Fuck, I love cock. I’m literally salivating at the sight of him right now. I need to taste, need to learn what he likes.
An earthquake could hit, and I’d fuck her in the rubble.
I love the contrast of feeling warm and bright in his arms while a cold, grey storm rages all around us.
“Please say I can have you again. Need you.”
“I don’t want you to go. I don’t want this to end so soon. Give me one more day.”
“What we have here is magnetic. I know you feel it too. And I can’t let you just walk away. Give me your name.”
“You’re mine. My dream girl. My perfect mystery. Say it.”
“The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere, they’re in each other all along.”
