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“Do you have a favorite?”

“Not yet.”

“Why is the space over your heart empty?”

“I haven’t found the right one yet.”

“Your tattoos make you look dangerous,” she comments, the pad of her index finger running over the cross on my right peck. “They’re works of art.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you want me,” I say, tracing her cheekbone and tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. Breath catching slightly, her eyelids flutter at the contact.

“Then I’m glad you know better.” She just can’t help herself. Her quick wit sends a rush of arousal straight to my already stiffening cock. I’m going to own this pretty, smart mouth of hers.

“Oh, I do know better, Dewdrop. You can’t hide from me.” It’s the truth. Her expressive face displays her every thought and emotion for me to read like a book. Like the desire warming her gaze as her focus flickers to my lips. And there’s no corner of the earth she can run to that I won’t find her. She’s mine to have and never let go.

“Who’s hiding? You know I’m a sucker for pretty things.” Her hand on my chest says I’m the pretty thing.

“I’m not an impulse buy, Dewdrop. Or a pair of shoes you want to try on for a night before taking them back to the store. Once I have you, that’s it. No returns.” My teeth graze her earlobe and she shivers against me. My hand in her hair gives a sharp tug, earning a soft gasp. I take her lips with mine, kissing her so thoroughly that I can feel her heart beat quicken against me. “You’re mine, Dewdrop. I want you to say it.”

“I signed my name on your dotted line.” Her response makes me want to fuck her into submission. There’s nothing I want more than to pound into her until she has no choice but to admit, both to me and herself, that she feels the connection between us. I know exactly how good that feels, having her begging for me while I’m balls deep inside her. But I don’t want a hasty surrender in the throes of passion with her simply agreeing to chase an orgasm.

I want Lexie to be mine in every sense of the word. She needs to come to me without persuasion. That just means I have to work harder to get past these commitment issue of hers.

My pretty pink nurse, so fucking stubborn.

“I want you,” I state. Lexie’s hand lowers to palm my erection through my boxer briefs, squeezing my length. A grunt escapes me at the contact, my hips rocking into her touch involuntarily.

“I know you do. I’m right here, Callum.” She can play dumb all she wants, she knows exactly what I mean.

“I want all of you.” She can’t wriggle out of this, I’m not letting it go. But she’s clever, and I can see the spark in her gaze as she unbuttons her top until it falls away from her lush body.

“Like this?” she asks, the innocence in her voice belying the intent in her eyes. Soft blue lace cups her generous breasts, the rosy pink of her nipples peeking through the sheer fabric. The dramatic swell of her breasts with each breath is hypnotizing. My mouth waters at the sight, the urge to unwrap her gorgeous tits and take her pretty nipple in my mouth undeniable. She’s trying to distract me, and fuck it’s working.

“It’s a start.” My voice is deep with hunger, earning me a knowing smile that goes straight to my already rock hard cock. Shit, she’s too pretty, too alluring. Too damn sexy. My eyes remain glued to Lexie as she reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra, watching as it springs open to let her breasts fall free. Bringing the bra to dangle from her finger, she lets it fall to the floor—those gorgeous, giant tits bouncing and swaying with her every move.

“Better? Or do you need more?” she asks, looking up at me through her lashes with her blue vixen eyes.

Trouble. This woman is nothing but trouble.

“More.” The word is ripped out of me before I can even think it, making her smile widen. Next, her shorts are being slid over the generous curve of her hips and down her legs. Her matching blue lace panties are the last to go. Stepping out of them, she stands in front of me completely naked.

My eyes start from her pretty pink toenails, moving upwards slowly. I don’t want to miss a single inch. Thick thighs, soft full stomach, defined fleshy waist, beautiful heavy breasts. Blonde hair spills around her shoulders and down her back, bright blue eyes shining at me with a desire that makes me feel like the most powerful man in the world.

“You are—” I rasp, at a loss. Fuck, Lexie. Always leaving me without words. “Fuck me.” She lets out a soft laugh, taking a step towards me. Her hands go to my briefs, pulling me in by my waist band, her gaze hot on mine.

“Yeah, that’s kind of the idea here, Cal,” she teases. The laugh I let out is primal, guttural. While her hands tug at my briefs, mine are sliding into her hair and pulling her in for another kiss. Our lips move together so perfectly. She fits so perfectly, she’s completely unraveled me. My underwear is swiftly yanked down my legs. Stepping out of thems, I’m backing her to the bed. I can’t wait another second. I need her, all of her.

Inside her.

Lexie falls back onto the bed and my body covers hers. Scooting her further up the mattress, I’m right there—refusing to stop touching her for even a second. Nails scrape my back, her thick thigh hitching around me as I wedge a pillow under her hips. I’m so fucking hot and hard against her, it’s almost painful. Her mouth against mine is growing more desperate.

“Please, Cal. I need you,” she pleads against my lips, her hand gripping my erection and giving it a pump. I buck against her with a hiss. If she does that again, it’s all over.

“Condom,” I mutter. But her grasp pulls me back in, guiding me to her entrance.

“I have an IUD,” she says, arching against me. “Please.” That's all I need to hear. Sinking into her, my jaw clenches as her breath catches in her throat.

Fuuuck, she’s perfection.

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