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She needed to know how far I could go, just as I needed to know how far she could go. How far she wanted to go.

I wouldn’t hurt her, not like that. But I refused to be the worst.

The thought of some twenty-something college boy touching what was mine made me want to break bones. I was a terrible person. Territorial to the nth degree, but I didn’t care.

“I’m going to fuck you, Felicity.” She paused at my use of her name. “Do you get that? You’ll be mine. For as long as we do this, you’ll be mine.”

“So it’s not an only? Not like you said before.”

I sighed, pressing my forehead to hers. “No, Felicity. It won’t be an only.” I slid my hand again, this time over her panties, between the globes of her ass.

“Have you ever had anyone take you here?”

She froze, shaking her head.

“Good. Then this will be mine.”

“Callum, I don’t think I’m ready for anal. I’m just saying.”

I grinned, loving the fact that she could say the words. That she wasn’t scared.

“Baby, not tonight. You have to be prepared for that. Although the idea of me fucking you from behind, sliding into this sweet cunt as you rock a jeweled butt plug in that tight little hole of yours? Damn.” I groaned, rocking my hard cock against her stomach. “I’m a bad man.”

“You’re a bad man who likes to talk, and yet, I still have my clothes on.”

“A challenge. I’ll take it.”

I crushed my mouth to hers then, tugging up her shirt.

Her hands roamed as if she couldn’t help but touch me, and I just smiled against her lips, letting her. Maybe next time I’d pin her arms above her head so she couldn’t touch, and she’d be all mine, but for now, I’d let her have her fill. She thought she wasn’t good at sex? I’d have to just prove her wrong.

I slid my hand underneath her panties, cupping her bare, and she shot off like a rocket, rocking her hips against me.

“You’re drenched. Just a few kisses, a bare touch, and you’re wet for me.”

“It’s a problem.”

I grinned. “No, baby, I don’t think it’s a problem.”

I looked around the kitchen and frowned. “We sure do like kitchens.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I do. You deserve a bed. At least for what I have planned for you.”

Her eyes widened, and in the next breath, I slid my hand from beneath her panties and lifted her into my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I carried her into the bedroom, nipping at her lips.

I set her gently on the bed, and in quick work, I undid the buttons of her blouse.

She tugged at my belt, and I smiled, sliding it off.

“I need to see you.”

“Patience.”

She shook her head. “I have zero patience right now.”

“Okay, we can work with that.”