“I want that, too.” He straightened, nearly sending her off his lap and onto the floor. “You . . . what?” “Oh, is it selfish of me to ask for it? Should I offer to—?” “No! Jesus fuck, allowing me to pleasure you would be the greatest gift I’ve ever received.” Slipping his free hand under her knees, he stood in one fluid motion and began carrying her toward the stairs. “Asking for what you want is not selfish. None of this is about who wins or loses. We don’t keep score. If any man ever tries to tell you otherwise, he deserves to be beaten.” “Are you really taking me to your bedroom?” She
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