“My cock is yours, but I’m not a sex toy. I’m better because I love you, and I will fuck you with nothing less than love, Jane.” She holds onto my waist like her knees are about to buckle. “I…yes—no. No.” She inhales. “I’m fine with my fingers.” “You are?” I think she’s conning herself. Jane blows out a measured breath. “I don’t need your love.” It sucker-punches me. “I want it,” she clarifies quickly. “But like in this instance, I don’t need it. I can survive on my own.”
