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It’s only when I hear a gentle, “Baby, it’s time for bed.” do I stir and blearily look around me and notice we’re alone.

“Wow, I’m sorry, I must have fallen asleep.”

“You don’t say.” He laughs and pulls me up with him.

“Come on, we’ve a full day ahead tomorrow and you need to be on your A game.”

As we walk to our rooms, I fully expect him to kiss me at my door as usual, but am surprised when he whispers, “Will you stay with me tonight?”

“Are you sure?” I think I must still be dreaming, and he nods. “I’m not ready to let you go yet.”

My heart sinks because that’s all this is to him, probably another sex marathon where he demonstrates how much he owns me. Sighing inside, I nod, “Ok.”

We head past my room to his at the end of the hall and as he opens the door, I gasp when I see the candles burning on surfaces everywhere.

“Dexter, I mean…”

“Dexter’s fine, Holly. Here at my ranch, I want you to feel comfortable. For us to have a different kind of relationship away from the city one.”

“What do you mean?” I am genuinely confused, and he pulls me close and smiles. “I want to meet you half way. I know how much you want the whole fairy story—to have it all. I also know I can’t give you that, but here—I can.”

Stroking my face, he kisses my lips sweetly and softly and says huskily, “Here, we can be different. Relax and enjoy a basic life with no expectations other than enjoying our time here together. This will be our home together, Holly. When we return to the city, I will be your boss and your dominant. What do you say, would that work for you?”

For some reason, my eyes fill with tears because I know how hard this was for him. He can’t give me emotion, yet he has already proven it’s inside him banging on the lid to get out. He is scared though, backing away as soon as it surfaces and I suppose this is the best I can expect, so I nod, “I think it would.”

As Dexter tastes my lips for the thousandth time today, it feels a little different now. I feel like his equal and as we slowly remove our clothes, I know this time will be different too. An extension of our picnic because when he wants to be, Dexter can be the perfect lover that brims with emotion and it’s up to both of us to meet in the middle somehow.

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