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Fuck knocking, I was impatient.
Desperate to see her. Make sure we were okay.
Our romance was just beginning—two people merged as one soul. Didn’t give a shit if that made me sound like a pussy.
For her, I’d wear the “owned” badge with pride.
Any man who cared more for his ego than his girl didn’t deserve to have her on his arm.
So yeah, I was playing dirty. Didn’t care in the least either.
I was the first to touch her. Make her come. Own her.
The need to be her first everything almost overwhelmed me.
That, and to revisit the conversation of how she took her own virginity. A play by play. I yearned for her to whisper every single dirty step in my ear while I stretched her around my length.
It was nearly impossible to control the hunger she created within me.
The door creaked low as I walked in and then closed it behind me.
It was dark inside, but the soft lighting from the sheer curtain illuminated her small form.
The queen-sized bed dwarfed her. Made her look delicate.
“She’s the living incarnation of perfection.” The closer I walked to the bed, the harder my cock jerked inside my shorts. “So fucking beautiful.”
Bailey shifted and her comforter slipped lower, exposing the entire expanse of her back and the luscious curve of her ass. Motherfuck. She was the living, breathing interpretation of temptation.
Her camisole had ridden up, showing me the satin edge of a minuscule pair of panties—and the two sexy dimples that graced her lower back. More flesh. Soft.
My girl sighed in her sleep, and my mouth watered. I had to swallow hard.
Placing her drink on the nightstand, I put a knee on the bed and leaned over. I brushed her hair aside so I could lay a kiss on her shoulder. “Wake up, sweetheart.”
“Nnnnn.” She burrowed deeper, eyebrows puckering. Adorable. “Why are you waking me up so early?”
I couldn’t help myself and kissed her forehead. “If you get up and dressed for me, we’ll stop and grab breakfast. Pancakes?”
“Too early. Sleepy, babe.” God, that sounded amazing coming from her lips. Loved how sweet the generic term felt.
“I have your favorite hot chocolate with an obscene amount of marshmallows. Largest cup I could find downstairs too.”
Bailey barely stirred, which I found odd. “Come back when you have something stronger.”
“Like what?” Another kiss, this time on her cheek.
She raised her head with one eye open. “Coffee. Lattes. Anything with caffeine—a lot of it—and sweet.”
“Don’t tell me you’re one of those snobs who only drinks it from one of those chain stores and speaks a weird language while ordering?”
“Yup.” Her glare almost made me laugh. “Make fun of me, and you’ll be hanging out by yourself today.”
Sassy little thing.
Sitting on the edge, I brought her cup to my lips and took a sip. “You have twenty minutes to be ready or I’ll carry you out as is.”
Another tidbit about my girl; she hated people drinking from her cup.
