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“I can’t handle this anymore! It’s been days and Marx still doesn’t have a plan. The Computas are working around the clock and are struggling to find anything on why the fuck that man keeps coming after my son. My brothers aren’t answering at the moment and I just feel like I- I- I don’t know! I feel useless.” She deflates now that she’s put a voice to her feelings. “I just feel like going out there and putting an end to it now!”

“Pixie,” I warn, “That is not a good idea. You made a deal with the Pres of DRMC. Marx will not storm into a place where we are severely outnumbered without knowing all the details. You need to stand down and wait.”

Her eyes narrow and her jaw tenses. “Are you telling me what to do, Octavius?”

“Blanche,” I sigh. “I’m all in with you. You’re my Ol Lady. That means I have your back and I stand by your side. If you want to go out right now and take out Royal, then I’m there with you. But we have to be smart. There are so many moving pieces and things we still don’t know.”

Her little body deflates, shoulders drooping, her head tipping forward as if all the fight has left her. I don’t want this Pixie. I want the one I fell for. The one with guts and fire and fight.

I run my finger along her cheek, under her chin, tipping it up to look at me.

“It’ll be your time soon, just not now. But when it is? You will burn Eden’s Keep to the ground and I’ll be there to dance on its ashes with you.”

Her eyes dart between both of mine, searching for something. She must find what she’s looking for because she smiles softly at me. Moving up onto her toes, she kisses me, her plump lips brushing mine gently.

She pulls back with a sigh, slowly opening her eyes to gaze at me. “I love you, Tav.”

My insides light up from within, and it’s as if all my insecurities and fears are washed away in that one little sentence. I crash my lips down on hers, my hands cupping her face, angling her head as I control the kiss, my tongue dueling with hers, lapping at her mouth, tasting, delving, wanting deeper and deeper. Wanting everything.

Her hands move across my chest, pushing my cut off my shoulders, letting it slide down my arms until I catch it in my hand, gently tossing it over the desk behind me. I need to be closer, so I grip her ass in my hands, her legs wrapping around my waist, Pixie’s heat rubbing against my hard length.

“Tav, I need you now,” she breaks the kiss long enough to whine, her hands scratching at my shirt, trying to get to my skin.

I toss her small form on the bed and start stripping off my clothes. Pixie doesn’t need to be told twice because she stands on the bed, stripping in double time, her clothes flying everywhere. I’ll tidy those up later.

Once we’re both sufficiently naked she throws herself in my arms, wrapping her legs around me once more as I stand at the foot of the bed.

“Get in me now, Tav,” she demands before nipping at me, biting down on my lower lip until it hurts so good.

Gripping my hard cock at the base, I rub the mushroom head through her pussy lips, covering myself in her cream. I ease into her wet heat, my head tipping back on a groan.

She kisses my neck, sucking hard before licking a stripe to my earlobe, nipping it in her teeth before demanding “Fuck me.”

Blanche

Tav’s hands grip my ass cheeks and he lifts me slightly then drops me down on his cock at the same time he powers up into me, pulling a “fuck!” out of me from the depths of my stomach. Holy shit, this man will be the death of me.

He spins us toward the door, pressing me up against it, the cold surface shocking the breath out of me, but I have no time to think about that as Tav powers in and out, pushing me higher and higher up the door. In no time at all I feel the pull low in my belly, his cock hitting that special spot inside me that sends me flying.

“That’s it baby, give it to me, cum all over my cock,” he growls.

My body convulses and tightens, my orgasm pulsing through me, draining me of my stress, frustration and anger. As my bodysoftens, so does the look in Tav’s eyes, the man that somehow stole my heart. I’m still scared as hell, scared that he’ll see the real me and reject me. Scared that he’ll want to control me, scared of the depth of my own feelings, but I push that all aside and try to trust my heart.

His hands slide from my ass to behind my back, pulling me into him, holding me against his warm chest, his dark hair rasping against my still sensitive nipples, his short beard rubbing against the short hair at my temple. His cock is still hard, deep inside me as he gathers me in his arms and moves me to the bed, laying me down gently, almost reverently. Once I’m on the warm comforter, my head on the pillow, his strong arms bracketing me, he starts to slide out of me, slowly, and then somehow, even slower, he pushes back in.

He moves within me, dropping gentle kisses on my eyelids, my nose, my cheeks, my jaw. He presses his lips to mine and whispers “I love you,” gazing into my eyes, my soul.

We make love.

For the very first time in my life, I learn what making love is, what it means, how it feels. We both go over the edge with tears in our eyes.

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“Babe, babe, your phone,” Tav’s thick voice rasps in my ear.

Holy crap! We must have fallen asleep after that amazing moment. What started off with Tav fucking the stress out of me, ended with me feeling something I’ve read about in books and never thought I’d ever experience.

“Shit! The kids!” I hiss at Tav while searching for my phone.

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