“Say it, Len.” My words come out as a low growl. All this time, I’ve been controlling my feelings around Lennox. I have no idea what side is going to come out of me once I let go. Apparently, it’s aggressively possessive. “Say what?” she asks. “Say I’m your last. If you mean it, say you’re mine and I can have you however I want.” I flinch when she grabs my hard length in her fist. She grinds on the tip, coating me with her arousal. “I shouldn’t have to say it, Dex. Don’t you know by now? I’ve been yours.”