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I do just that, gathering her in my arms and somehow managing to lock the door, climb stairs and unlock her door without jostling her too much. She’s a sweet, sleeping, little bundle that I could hold forever, but my thoughts turn from sappy to salacious in a flash.

I stand at her bed and visions of laying her down and covering her with my body invade my mind. She’d let me touch her tonight, feel her warm, tight pussy, soaked for me; come for me. I need to put her to bed and get the hell out of here before…one of my heads explodes.

Here we go: the ultimate test of my strength and respect for her. “I’m gonna put you in bed. You want me to grab you something to sleep in?”

“Nuh uh, I’m fine.”

I pull back the covers and gently lay her down. “Let’s at least get these boots off.”

“And skirt,” she says softly, rousing enough to take off her vest and toss it aside.

I take a deep breath, reminding myself and my cock, an entity all its own, to settle, and reach beneath her to unzip her skirt, sliding it down her long, silky legs. She’s a fucking goddess. Spread before me in a tank top and panties, deep auburn hair fanned across the pillow, dreamy green eyes looking up at me.

I shake my head and choke out. “Okay, you’re all set. Sleep good, baby. I’ll lock the door behind me.”

“Jefferson.” Swear to everything, my entire body goes rigid, my next breath dependent on what she says next. “I’m not ready to, well, would you like to stay andjust sleepwith me?”

The Tabernacle Choir starts singing “Hallelujah” in my head and something even more fucked up happens in my chest, my heart…was that a fucking flutter? How do I even know the word flutter? Pull. It. Together. Kendrick.

“You sure?” I ask in a schooled, like I still have a dick, voice of a man.

She nods, scooting over to make room for me, her thin tank top hiding nothing of the way her “D” chest bounces with the movement. Yep, the choir quits singing and my cock hardens—I’m definitely still a man. “You gotta be good though,” she snickers through a yawn. “We’resleeping.”

“I thought you said before you didn’t hate me?” I tease, toeing off my shoes and socks.

“I don’t,” she smiles. “I love you, too. Very much.”

There it is. She loves me. Girl can’t tell a lie.

“Oh yeah?” I smirk, removing my belt.

“Yeah,” it’s breathy, accented by the slide of her tongue across her bottom lip. She props herself up on her elbows, emerald eyes wide and alert now. “Unbutton your shirt, real slow.”

Goddamn, she’s the cutest thing in the world.

“Does my baby want a strip tease?” I wink.

She bobs her head, sitting up straighter for the show. One by one, I unbutton my shirt and take it off, reveling in her feminine sigh.

“You’re so beautiful, Jefferson. I mean, damn. Are you sure you want to be withonlyme,forever?”

I chuckle, amazed by her obliviousness. “Baby, take off your tank top and let’s compare. Wanna?” She blushes, bites her lip…and peels her top over her head. Her breasts topple out; huge, firm, gorgeous. Perfection.

“Um yeah, you win, Bellamy.You so fucking win. And yes, I’m sure, and dying to hold you. So hush and lemme finish my strip tease.”

“Yes, sir,” she giggles.

I shed my jeans and stand before her in only my gray boxer briefs, my dick straining against the fabric. “Want me to keep going?”

She shakes her head but her eyes remain locked on my erection. “N, no. Sleep in those, okay?”

“Anything you want, baby.” I refuse to sound disappointed; this is more than I hoped for when this night started and another step forward in our intimacy. I’ll fucking take it.

“Come get in,” she purrs, “hold me all night.”

Nothing could keep me from it.

 

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