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There, I answered her…so accordingly, I move to my knees—right between her thighs. I dip my head, inhaling her innocent, musky scent, brushing my nose along the seam between panties and paradise.

Only to have my head shoved away, holding in my crazed roar/whimper as she yanks her top back over her glorious breasts and snaps her thighs closed.

“Harsh, much?” she hisses, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at me.

I grab two handfuls of my hair and groan. “Baby, you asked. I answered.What do you want from me?”

“I told you! I’m not doing this to be mean, Jefferson. I’m-”

“Are you sure about that?” I interrupt in a deadly tone of tormented. “Feelspretty fucking mean.”

“You know how men bring a woman flowers, jewelry, or a new book when they’ve screwed up? They appeal toherlanguage so she hears their apology. Same thing,” she shrugs casually, as though my dick isn’t in peril. “I’m trying to rewire the way you do things for me by speakingyourlanguage—sex. And I’m telling you, straight up, that I’m doing it, so no games, no manipulation. Next time you think about strong-arming me, maybe, hopefully, you’ll picture me as I am now…and adjust.”

Speaking of adjust, I shift my cock to a less painful angle.

“Bossy Jefferson is very sexy,” she coos, running a hand through my hair, “if done correctly. I love feeling cared for, protected, cherished. Butnottricked. Not bullied. Not blindsided. Do you understand?”

Nope. Not a damn bit. But I understand enough to know the right response…so I nod.

“Good. Now let’s try again. Jefferson, what do you think of my driving?”

“Woman,” I grumble in absolute yearning, reaching up to glide one strap down her arm. “I want to make sure you’re safe and prepared,” I kiss across her shoulder, nipping her collarbone, “and would love to take you away this weekend. We can practice driving a little, but mostly, I just want to spend time with you. Would that be all right?”

“Why, yes, Jefferson,” she giggles softly. “That sounds lovely. Thank you for caring. Andasking.”

I have got to remember how I just did that; could come in very handy in the future.

I raise my head to look in her eyes, a smoldering emerald, and wink. “Better?”

“Much,” she licks her lips. “Know the best part of behavior modification?”

“What’s that, baby?”

“There’s always a reward at the end. Your pick, one part of me, or one part of you, that gets some lovin’. We’re going slow though, so just one.”

The animal inside me is so ravenous I’m having trouble weighing my options. But, my baby wants slow, and honestly, I want to take my time with her too.Said no man ever, except my whipped ass of course.But really, shockingly, Idowant to relish and thoroughly enjoy every single step in the build-up of our relationship.

Yep, it’s official. Bellamy Morgan has undone me. I no longer recognize myself.

And I know my answer.

“Your beautiful tits, baby. That’s what I pick. So get ‘em out for me and lie back.”

She calls it “behavior modification.” I call it…“a worth every damn second of anticipation prelude.”

 

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