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Yes. Not saying it aloud, but yes, I don’t think I’ve ever been as horny in my entire life as I was last night. I literally had Will right where I wanted him, when what I wanted changed for the first time ever. All the soreness and grogginess today is so worth it because until I met Will, I had given up on enjoying sex, never mind coming multiple times in a single night.

“And you thought being bored out of your mind made you a good top.” Will moves on to tracing up my throat to my chin. “I did say I’d turn you into a bottom even if it killed me.”

I roll my eyes. Maybe he’s onto something here, but this feels like the gay statement all over again. Not sure it counts if I’ve never considered it before and I never would again. Not for anyone else, that is.

“You get what you get.”

“I’ve never met anyone so committed to coming hands free. Makes you theperfectbottom.” His lips curl into a mischievous smile.

I throw a leg over him and trap him closer to me. When he moves to set his hand on my thigh, I smack him away.

“And a bratty bottom, too. I should start calling you BB instead of baby.”

“You are so ridiculous,” I laugh.

“Coming from the man who called me PP. At least I made it cute.” He pulls my chin to his face and plants a kiss on my lips.

“You’re making me sound obnoxious.”

“You kind of are.” He creeps his hand up my leg, all while staring at me. “You’re so defiant, you’d rather deny yourself what you want, so long as it means not giving me what I want, too.”

That may be accurate, but we’re not going there right now. “What do you think I want right now?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Will teases. He runs his hand along my side and smiles when my skin shudders. “I can tell you what’s going to happen, though.”

“What’s that, then?”

“We are going to keep doing this thing and be together. Andyouare going to givemeeverything I want.”

“Someone sounds confident,” I chuckle. And I’ll admit, it’s somewhat endearing when I could choke the life right out of him if I could be bothered to try. I just don’t want to yet.

“I’ve already won, baby. I got you.” He’s got a sly grin while he speaks, bringing his lips only a breath away from mine. “Just a matter of time before I get the rest.”

We actually manage to leave the fort later that morning. Not right away, because Will is forever determined to love on me and I don’t hate it. If anything, I like it so much more than I’d ever want to admit. Not only the kissing, but the constant petting and holding on to one part of me or another. The man constantly overwhelms me in every sense of the word.

And maybe that’s because the slightest wave of astonishment washes over me when what I want changes again. Will unknowingly calms me right down and I tell myself what I have been for the last few weeks. I can change my mind at any time in either direction. Except, the last few times that urge appeared, I didn’twantWill. Going this long has left me as desperate as when you’re so horny you’re about ready to fuck anyone, but you still havesomeset of preferences. Yet even when Will is right in front of me, and I feel myself itching to give his throat a hand necklace, my brain skips over the idea as if I’ve somehow lost interest. Maybe I have. Ilikehow Will treats me like no one else exists in his world. Maybe even more so than my default method for achieving that feeling in the past. What the fuck.

We head to my bathroom right after and Will lets out a low whistle that echoes off the walls. Okay, I admit, it’s a really nice bathroom. I’m weirdly specific about a lot, and this is one of those things. I made sure when I remodeled that I started with the bathroom because if I ran out of money I wanted this done even more than the kitchen or bedrooms.

Giant shower, with multiple shower heads to accommodate standing or sitting. Giant window that takes up the entire wall because it’s my fucking property. No one’s seeing me naked but the wildlife and they don’t give a damn. A large square tub made of natural stone running the length of the window and encased in the plank floor, making it accessible with a set of stairs.

“Nice onsen.”

Clearly, I make some kind of expression because Will scoffs at me.

“What? I told you I’m cultured. I know an onsen when I see one.”

“Yeah, I just, uh…” And I don’t even know how to communicate that I honestly believed he wouldn’t have the slightest clue what I was going for here, never mind the actual word.

“I get it. You think I’m stupid.”

“No,” I quickly disagree.

“It’s okay. It’s the good looks. Doesn’t seem fair to be this attractive and intelligent.” He winks.

Fucking tease.

I start the water for the tub first, then we rinse off all the yuck of sweat and sex in the shower before walking over, still dripping and cool, to climb into the scalding hot water. So nice. And of course, because it’s Will, he hardly has a hand off me the entire time. And because it’s me, I bask in the constant attention.

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