“Why can’t I kiss you?” “Let’s talk about it later.” “No. Now,” he growls. “Y . . . you’re going to make me feel things.” “Good. Because there’s plenty of things I feel for you.” I dig my fingers into his back. “I was thinking about all the times I sent you money on Followers. Every time I paid you to let me jack off to your body. Darling, I could drain my bank account and it wouldn’t be enough. You would still be the most priceless thing I’ve ever fucked. You are so much more than anything—”
