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“Kiss me,” he begged.

I happily obliged, covering his mouth with mine in a deep and hungry kiss. He met me eagerly, matching me kiss for kiss and rubbing against me like a cat in heat.

I pushed my thigh harder between his legs, holding him in place.

He whined, but stopped trying to rub his dick against me. I loved it when he got a bit sassy. It made his submission that much hotter.

“What’s the safe word?” I asked, breaking the kiss.

I wasn’t planning on getting crazy or anything, but I wanted to make sure Hayden had more than one way to tell me to stop if I pushed him too far.

“Marzipan,” he blurted.

“Marzipan it is.” I couldn’t stop my smile, remembering the last time we’d talked about marzipan.

He snickered, his eyes glittering with laughter.

He was beautiful.

“What?” he asked, his grin fading.

He must have seen my expression change.

“You’re beautiful,” I said softly.

He widened his eyes. “I am?”

I nodded and pressed a gentle kiss against his neck. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever known.”

He made a sound like he wanted to argue with me.

I pulled back and waited until he was looking into my eyes. “You’re beautiful, Hayden. I wish you could see yourself the way I do. See what I see when I look at you because I find everything about you beautiful.”

He slow blinked. “Really?”

“Yes. I know you’ve been through some shit and people have been assholes to you, but I hope you trust me when I say that I think you’re perfect, and there isn’t a single thing I would change about you.”

He bit his lip, then slowly released it through his teeth.

Fuck, that was hot.

“I believe you,” he whispered.

His hand closed over the back of my neck and yanked me down for a hard, bruising kiss.

Fuck yeah.

Still kissing him, I shifted and pulled his legs around my hips, holding him up by sandwiching him with the door.

He moaned and wrapped himself around me, gripping me hard and rubbing his cock against my stomach.

“Can I fuck you?” I asked between kisses, my lips hovering over his.

He nodded against my mouth.

“I need the word, baby.”

“Yes.” He raked his nails over my back hard enough my skin stung under my shirt. “Want you so bad.”

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