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I pull my mouth from hers, needing to taste more of her. I lick and suck down her neck. Small moans pour from her. She might be pissed at me for some reason, but her body is still responding to mine. She can’t fight the pull no more than I can.
“You’re a jerk.” Her words come out breathy.
“Is that so?” I nip her neck. She’s not wrong. “But I’m your jerk.” I lift her out of the chair, sitting her on the counter and pulling her ass to the edge. I slip my hands into her little shorts. I groan when I feel how wet she already is for me.
“Roman.” She drops her head back as I start to stroke her clit.
“Say I’m yours, Fawn.” Another moan comes from her. “Say I’m your husband and I belong to you.” I stop stroking her. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, but I don’t continue. I need to hear the words from her. To know that she needs me as much as I do her.
“Roman.” She tries to wiggle against my hand, needing friction.
“Say it. I want to hear it.”
“You're my husband and you belong to me.”
“Damn right I am.” I cover her mouth with mine as I push a finger inside of her, using my palm to grind against her clit. She moans into my mouth, her pussy clamping down on my finger, letting me know she’s about to come for me. She’s so damn sexy.
I break the kiss, needing to watch her as she comes. As soon as I do, she cries out my name. I keep going until she relaxes into me. Slowly, I pull my fingers out from her shorts, licking them clean. She watches me, her cheeks turning pink. Her innocence is intoxicating, and thank God it’s all mine forever.
“I’m still mad at you.”
“I’m sorry,” I tell her.
She scrunches her nose. “Do you even know what you’re saying sorry for?” I shake my head no. “But you’re saying it anyway?” I’m not sure what answer she’s looking for, but the only thing she’ll ever get from me is the truth.
“I’ll do a lot of things to make you happy, Fawn. If you want an apology, I’ll give you one. My pride or ego will never get in the way of our marriage.” Her face softens. I pick her up off the counter, carrying her into the sitting room. “Now tell me what I did wrong so I don’t do it again. I know I was angry yesterday.”
“Angry? You shouted at me! Barking things like I’m one of your employees, but maybe that is what I am. You said you would never be cold and mean to me like I’ve heard you be with other people. You lied to me.” Her words rip at my insides. She couldn't be more wrong.
“Cold?” I shake my head. “The last thing I feel when I’m with you is cold.”
“Then what was last night all about?”
“Burning anger.”
“See! I accidentally passed out finding a book and you’re mad at me.”
“No, sweetheart. I was mad at myself for losing you.” Her eyebrows pull together. I keep going. “When I couldn't find you, I started to panic. I haven't felt fear since I was a young boy.” I reach up, touching the scar on my face. “You’re far from being one of my employees. I could care less what they think of me. For you, everything I do is to try and please you. To make you fall in love with me.”
She lets out a small gasp. “That’s a lot to take in.”
“I am sorry if I upset you. One of my biggest fears is something happening to you or someone taking you from me.” Her eyes start to water. What I don’t say is that the thought of her leaving me on her own is my worst nightmare. Now that I’ve had her, I’ll never be able to live without her. I’m not used to having a weakness, and now I can’t imagine life without her or Ace.
“I’m not used to someone checking on me.” I stroke her cheek. I’ll never understand how no one took care of her. She’s spent her whole life taking care of everyone else. Even her father, who didn't deserve it. I’m lucky no one saw her before me and got to her first. It’s a fucking miracle. One I’m trying not to mess up.
“I’ll always worry about you, Fawn. I don’t think you’ll ever understand how much you mean to me.” She peeks up at me through her eyelashes.
“I think maybe I do. Can I ask you something?” She shifts so that she’s straddling me. Her warm cunt presses into my cock.
“Anything.” Her hand reaches up to touch my face. I close my eyes for a second, enjoying her touch. She runs her fingertips over my scar.
