“Yes, what?” I know what he wants me to say. And I also know somehow that if I say it, I’m accepting this. I’m accepting his control over me. I’m admitting that there is this crazy chemistry between us that neither of us can resist. “Yes, what, sweet girl? Say it and I’ll make you come right here on my cock.” But then again, haven’t I already admitted it? I’m pinned to the wall in my bakery, his cock so deep in me it’s near bruising, wearing last night’s clothes after the man saved me the night before. And with that realization, I accept my fate and give Ben what he wants. Something I never in
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