“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” I collapsed onto his chest in a messy heap. “You can be in charge whenever you’d like. Damn.” He grinned boyishly at me before rolling slightly to fetch a small towel from the nightstand. “You really mean that?” I asked as he cleaned us both up. Old worries about being too much, scaring people away, fluttered around like moths in my otherwise well-pleasured brain. “Hey, when I let you lead, good things happen.” He kissed my forehead, and the anxious moths fled. “You bossy is a win for me.” “Me too.” I sighed happily and settled more comfortably against his shoulder, the
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