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I can’t believe how good it feels to have those words finally come out of that sexy mouth of hers.
Her mouth . . . I need it, now.
I crash into her mouth as I push her against the wall, tasting her and her words. Her hands are on my belt, then my button, and then my pants are down. She grips me tight and strokes me hard, fast. My hands are instantly up the back of her shirt, trying to unsnap her bra.
“Front clasps,” she pants out against my mouth.
“Fuck,” I growl as I move my hands to the front and cup her tits—my tits.
She pulls away and sinks to her knees, immediately taking my cock in her mouth, licking, sucking, and fucking worshipping my dick. She moves up and down on me fast, her eyes closed as she takes me farther, faster, licking, sucking.
“Son of a bitch,” I groan as her nails sink into my ass, and she pulls me closer, taking me in farther.
Then she swallows.
“Damn,” I growl. “Fuck, little momma. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
One hand wraps around me as she leans back, panting. She strokes me as she licks her lips and looks up at me, eyes full of an animalistic need and desire that I have not seen since the alley.
“You love my cock, don’t you, baby?” I say as she strokes me faster, her grip tightening.
“Yes,” she says, and then quickly wets her lips.
“It’s yours, baby, all fucking yours,” I hiss as her tongue circles my tip.
“Mine,” she says before taking me deep again and hollowing her checks.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck! All yours.”
She moves faster, pumps her fist harder, and I am right fucking there.
“Gotta stop.”
“Mine,” she says with my dick still in her mouth.
“Babe, you’re gonna get—” She swallows, making her throat tighten, and I lose restraint. “Fu . . . ck!”
When she has thoroughly sucked me dry, she stands up and looks into my eyes. Then she gets a silly little smirk, one I don’t think I have seen before, and she grabs my balls.
“Owned.”
“Fuck yes, owned.” I laugh and pull her against me. “Fuck yes,” I say softer as I kiss her neck.
“I love you.”
“I feel it, Hailey. Felt it in here for a while now.” I touch my chest. “I was almost convinced it was all I needed, but damn if I wasn’t wrong. Because finally hearing you say those three words, little momma . . .” I stop and shake off the overwhelming emotions. “Those three words own me on a level that is unfathomable to me.”
“When you said those words, I felt the same, like I am part of you, of this. It scared the hell out of me, Morrison. I didn’t know if I could give it to you and not take away from Marisa. The past few months proved otherwise. The way you love me, the way you love her, and the way you love your family has all proved it’s okay to say those words out loud. It didn’t take away from her. If anything, it’s added to the love I feel for her—and for you.” Tears flow down her face. “I want to be good. I want to be good enough for you. I will never be able to say it to you enough. I love you. I love you. I love you. I—”
“We are one, little momma.” I pull her pants and underwear down, and she kicks them off. Then I take her mouth before taking her against the wall, hard. “One.”
“One,” she moans.
One Month Later
I walk into the bank with two checks—one from the insurance company for the Porsche and one for the sale of the Atlantic City pad. I see Townsman exit his office, and he reaches out his hand to shake mine.
“Glad you called. Come on in.” I follow him into his office. “Have a seat.”
“I won’t waste your time. I’m here to make an offer.” I put the check for the pad on his desk. “I had a friend walk around the outside, and it needs some work to make it code. I have a mission statement, a building plan, and files to be tax-exempt. I have applied for the business license, reached out to local shelters, and visited them. I have a board of directors and volunteers who are ready to pitch in.”
“This is more than the asking price,” he says, looking at the check.
“That’s enough to fix the roof and the elevator, paint, and do some flooring and kitchen updates that will be needed.”
“But—”
“The bank is paying taxes on the place. Five grand a year isn’t shit, but to heat that place this winter is gonna take a toll. I am offering eighty grand and a spot on the board if you want it.”
“That’s a hundred and twenty thousand less—”
