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Here in Citrus Cove, there was no crazy killer. There were no dead neighbors. And god, did I hope there would be no more nightmares.
Giving gifts and being prepared for anything were two of my love languages. Not that I was in love with her.
“I do want you. I want you like a garden wants the sun. When I see you, I can’t see anything else. I want you and no one else. Maybe I’ve always wanted you.”
When I finally got to kiss the woman of my dreams, it was going to be perfect. Because after tonight, I’d realized two things. One, Haley was meant to be mine. Two, I was going to spend every waking moment showing her that I was meant to be hers.
“Fuck,” she whispered. “I didn’t think…” “Think what? That a country boy could be kinky?” “Yes. Exactly that.”
“More than you can imagine, sunshine. I might be easygoing, but I’ll put you on your knees and make you beg for my cock like a good girl any day of the week. But only if you want to.”
Being spanked by a hot man wasn’t a replacement for therapy, but it damn sure felt like it at the moment.
“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you, darlin’? You like being spanked and having your hair pulled. If there is a god, they made you just for me.”
“Cameron Harlow, I need you to fuck my pussy and breed me like I’m your own personal slut. I want you to spank me so that when I sit at Honey’s table in the morning, I know that ache is because of you. I need you to fuck me, Cam.”
