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“That ain’t how it works,” he said, his tone dry and coarse. “The woman moves in with the man.”

“Okay. I’m fine with that as long as I can plant flowers.”

He nodded. “Flowers are fine.”

“I’m good with moving in with you. Whenever you’re ready. Is that all?”

“You got a problem with me, you come to me. I’ll do the same with you. We don’t sleep angry, and we don’t hold things in. Any problems we have are resolved before we go to bed.”

“I like that. Anything else?”

“Wednesday’s church.”

“That’s fine, too.”

“I think that’s it.” He pursed his lips and looked me in the eyes. “Are you in, or are you out?”

I nodded eagerly. “I’m in.”

“If you’re in, you’ve got to be all in. It’s all or nothing.”

“I’m all in.”

“One last thing,” he said. “I almost forgot.”

“What’s that?”

“Somewhere between beating up your ex-husband and when I pulled in the drive a minute ago, I fell in love with you. I ain’t sure when it happened, and I don’t know that it matters, but it happened. Just thought I’d tell you.”

I grinned. “The same thing happened to me.”

He leaned forward and kissed me. It was a passionate kiss, but it wasn’t wild. It was a good thing, because at that moment, I couldn’t have handled much more than he gave me. When our lips finally parted, he leaned back and studied me.

He smiled. “Wanna fuck?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “I wanna fuck.”

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Cash

She was wearing a burnt orange dress that accentuated her every curve, left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and complimented her skin tone perfectly. With a plunging neckline and a hem that hit her mid-thigh, the dress looked exquisite.

She looked even better in it.

I shrugged off the desire to grudge fuck her on the living room floor. Instead, I played the part of a civilized man and walked by her side while my stiff cock throbbed with each step I took.

Once inside the bedroom, I buried my fingers into the flesh of her ass and pressed my lips to hers. Be it on purpose, or from the magic of that kiss, she stumbled toward the foot of the bed. Passionately embraced in each other’s arms, we fell onto the mattress together.

I slipped my hand beneath her dress, then traced my index finger along the length of her inner thigh. She moaned in response as I slipped it beneath the crotch of her panties. I ground my body against hers and rubbed her swollen clit until neither of us could take it any longer. I pulled my mouth away from hers and pressed my lips to her ear.

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk,” I warned. “Just so you know who’s in charge of this operation.”

“I know it’s you,” she breathed.

I extended my index finger and pushed it halfway into her wet mound.

A breath shot from her lungs.