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“This isn’t make-up sex.” She asserts.

“So long as it isn’t break-up sex, I’m game.” I quip. “Whatever you need, I’m here to give it to you.”

“Shut up and kiss me already.” She snaps, frustration furrowing her brow.

“Yes, ma’am.” I laugh, leaning down to kiss her lightly on the lips.

Electricity zaps through every nerve in my body when our lips touch, and soon, the kiss grows hungry between us.

I’ve been starved for this woman for weeks, for her smiles and teases, the sound of her voice, and the softness of her touch.

The satisfaction of taking care of her other necessities doesn’t come anywhere near the satisfaction I get from taking care of her physical needs.

This woman is mine, even if she’s fighting me on it right now.

She’s mine to take care of. Mine to use. Mine to love.

And I’m going to show every inch of her body how much I mean those words, even if I still refuse to say them out loud.

I know how well we fit together, how good the sex is, but also how connected we are, how our souls intertwine to create a perfect harmony between us.

Every action I take is a part of my plan to show her just how incredible our lives could be together.

Swiftly, I pick her up and turn to stride into her bedroom to find an already unmade bed waiting for us.

“Got started without me?” I tease, setting her down on the mattress and kicking off my running shoes and socks.

“Stop with the questions and strip.” She commands.

“As you wish.”

Teasing her, I thumb the waistband of my running shorts and tug them down just enough to reveal the V of my hips. When she reaches out to speed up my striptease, I push her hands away and take a step back.

“If I’m gonna fuck you, then I’m going to enjoy every moment of it, princess,” I smirk at the desire I see flaming in her eyes.

Slipping my hands into my shorts, I shake my ass as I turn around and push the shorts off a little bit more.

Glancing over my shoulder, I take in Elsie’s beautiful face that’s transfixed on my ass.

“You like what you see, princess?” I ask knowingly.

She nods, and I swear I can see a bit of drool at the edge of her mouth.

Shimmying my hips a bit, I let the shorts fall until I’m entirely bare, with tanned skin and tattoos on display.

I turn my shoulders slowly, making sure to keep the real prize still hidden from view.

“Tell me you want me,” I say in earnest.

I need to hear her say it, to admit that, despite every tension between us right now, she still wants this, us.

All I want is this woman and the future she represents for me. Everything I’ve ever needed, I’ve found in Elsie Snow.

One day, she will admit she feels the same. I’m sure.

I have to be sure.

“Tell me you need me, Elsie.”

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