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He cupped the back of my head in a possessive move that made my body liquid before he kissed me. When he finally released me, my lips felt swollen, my breasts heavy.

While he checked the omelet, I smoothed my hair, wondering what I was doing in my kitchen. The flannel shirt still hung open, and I liked it because I was available to Teddy, and he couldn’t seem to stop touching me. If this continued, I’d be perpetually wet and aching for him.

When the omelet was plated, he buttoned a few buttons over my breasts, then patted my ass. “Eat. I have more plans for you tonight.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I like the sound of that on your lips, especially after how you fought me for so long.”

My cheeks heated. “I wasn’t fighting this.” If I had known we’d be this explosive in bed, I would have suggested this a long time ago.

“Hmm,” was all he said.

I sat on the stool, thinking I’d need to deep clean the kitchen tomorrow.

He whipped up a second omelet, eating it when I was almost finished with mine. When he was done, he took the plates, rinsed them, then placed them in the dishwasher.

His heated gaze met mine. Then he stalked toward me. I turned on the stool, widening my legs. The shirt fell open, and he growled. “So sexy.”

My skin heated as he lifted me, my legs banding around his waist. I felt the bulge between my legs, and I was salivating for it. When we reached the bedroom, he lowered me slowly down his body until I was standing.

I sank to my knees, pulling his briefs over his hips.

“You don’t have to.”

I gave him a look under hooded lashes. “But I want to.”

His hand rested in my hair. “I won’t argue with that.”

When his briefs were off, his cock sprang free. It was large, hot, and heavy in my hands.

Teddy groaned as I gripped him. I tentatively licked the precum off the tip. “You’re killing me.”

Emboldened, I took him in my mouth, hoping this felt good for him. The wood floor bit into my knees, but I was focused on giving him the pleasure he’d given me in the kitchen.

CHAPTER 12

TEDDY

Charlotte Monroe was wearing nothing but my flannel shirt that was open so I could gaze at her gorgeous body while she was on her knees with my cock in her mouth. It was as if every fantasy I’d had for the past year was finally coming true. And it was so much better than I’d imagined.

Her grip was tight, her mouth wet, and her eyes filled with an emotion I couldn’t quite place. She was eager to please me. She wanted to make me feel good. And when was the last time I’d given up control in the bedroom?

She might have been on her knees, but she was the one dominating this situation.

If a woman wanted to give me head, I quickly turned the tables to go down on her. The woman was always satisfied and had no idea about my little hang-up.

But with this woman, I was willing to let go a little. To enjoy what she had to offer.

I cupped her breast, tweaking the nipples.

Her eyes darkened, and she sucked harder.

My hips thrust into her mouth. I didn’t want to completelylose control, so I lifted her by the shoulders and tossed her on the bed.

I grabbed another condom from my wallet before joining her. I wanted to fuck her while she was wearing my shirt. I felt something primal, deep in my body, that was urging me to claim her as mine.

I saw a relationship as detracting from my responsibilities, and nothing had changed. But I was considering the possibility that I could enjoy the physical aspects of a relationship and keep it a secret from my family.

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