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I felt his smile when he slipped an arm beneath my right thigh and lifted it enough to change the angle of his thrusts. They were lazy and deep but still just enough.
“Boy or girl first?”
I moaned when he pulled back and thrusted in, intentionally purposeful. “Who says I want kids?”
“Me, now answer the question.”
“Boy, so he can protect his sister.”
“Yeah, I fucks with that.”
He was wearing a condom but the way he rocked into me felt as if he were trying to get a head start on that promise. A future, a family. His touch, taste, and smell seeped into me and I was lost to this man. The emptiness I felt after he left my bed and my life, no longer existed. It shouldn’t have been this easy, shouldn’t have felt so right, but it was and I embraced every inch of this and him.
* * *
Dreaux wore briefs, I wore his shirt and nothing else. He lay on his back while I straddled his waist. His arms were folded behind his head while he stared at me with that insanely gorgeous smile that had my stomach tight.
“Why did you come looking for me?” I asked again, needing to know what this was really about. I wanted so much from this man but I didn’t want to be alone in my needs.
“Because I didn’t want to leave you that morning. I almost didn’t.”
I narrowed my eyes and his flickered with annoyance. “I knew I had to, but I considered my options.”
“Which were?”
“I have money. I could have made it work, falling off the grid, but I didn’t want you like that.”
“Like what?”
“Pulling you away from the things and people that mattered. Always looking over your shoulder wondering if somebody was gonna pull up and ruin a good thing.”
I circled my finger over his abs and his eyes lowered to the spot where I made contact. “Then how do you want me?”
“With that pretty smile on your face, knowing I put it there by providing your heart’s desires.” He thrusted upward, the thickness of him pressing against my ass. “And fucking you on the regular.”
“You want to be with me?”
“I am gonna be with you.”
“Shouldn’t I have a say in that?”
He unfolded his arms from behind his head and the warmth of his palms met my thighs. They moved up until his thumbs grazed my center. “No.”
“No…” A smile tugged at my lips when my brow slowly lifted.
“Nah, you don’t get a say. Your thoughts are too fucking complicated, Rho. Some shit is simple and easy but you can make it complex by overthinking.”
“Overthinking prevents bad experiences.”
“Nothing about me or what I’m offering is a bad experience.” His tone was too arrogant.
“So you say.”
“I’m trustworthy than a muthafucker.” He smiled, devilishly handsome.
“What if I’m the bad experience?”
“You’re not,” he stated with all the confidence in the world.
