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“It's okay, I mean, I wasn't exactly giving you much grace either. You really hit on a sensitive subject with me in one of our first conversations and I was pretty short with you after that.”

“What did I say?”

“It was when you called them 'little videos'. When I was working as an influencer, I was serious about it. It was a lot of work, and I was good at it. I took pride in what I was doing. Being a plus size woman in the beauty industry is still a really hard space to navigate, but I think I did it well.”

“Considering how beautiful you are, I'm sure you did,” he said, kissing her forehead.

“Thank you. But my family didn't see the value in what I was doing, especially my father. He kept telling me I was wasting my degree and that I needed to get a real job. My other relatives would talk about how lucky I was to have a job where I just got to play online all day. I was earning more than all my siblings and my whole family still acted like what I was doing wasn't real work.”

She sighed and looked up at him. “I was really proud when I got this job and my family finally started to take what I did seriously, so when you said that, I thought you were an ass.”

“I was kind of being an ass. You’re really good at what you do Sasha, we all see it.”

“Thank you, I would like to keep doing it, but…” her voice trailed off. She couldn’t bring herself to say the words she was thinking. She didn't want to run again.

Conner gently pulled her chin till their eyes met. “We'll figure this out. I'll keep you safe until we do. You’re not going anywhere. Especially now, after I know what it is like to kiss those lips, I'm not letting you go because some creep is stalking you.”

She kissed him, and it was everything. The emotions he felt for her were big emotions. He had never felt this protective over anyone before, he was impressed by her poise and all she had accomplished, and he was also so fucking attracted to her. Once all this was over, they would be together. He wished they could be together right now, but he wouldn’t take advantage of this situation.

But as he thought that, she turned in his arms and slid her hand up into his hair, deepening the kiss. And even though he had taken care of himself moments ago, he seemed to be ready to answer the call. But he had to check in with her first, even though breaking this kiss was one of the hardest things he's ever had to do.

“Sasha,” he rasped out. “I’m trying to stay in control here, but you in my bed with no pants on kissing me like that is making it really hard.”

She looked down at the sheets tented by his erection. “I can see that.”

He chuckled and shook his head, “You know what I mean. Clearly, I would love to do those things with you, but not tonight. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

She looked at him like she was really having to mull over what he had just said. “I get what you're saying,” she said then she paused again, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she once again looked deep in thought, “but what better way is there to distract myself from the mess that was tonight? Because really, tonight didn't turn out the way I had hoped, but there was a moment on the dance floor that hadn't turned out like I thought but better than I could have hoped.”

“I see what you're saying, you think maybe fooling around would help you to take your mind off things,” he said with a smirk.

“There are worse ideas.”

“Oh, there are much, much worse ideas,” he said as his hands started to explore her body. “If you want this distraction, who am I to deny you?”

She reached up and kissed him. This kiss was all passion and lust. He had been wanting this for so long. She licked into his mouth, and he let her take the lead for a few moments. But if it was a distraction she was looking for, a distraction she shall have. He rolled her onto her back and settled in between her legs.

She moaned and he knew that was a sound he could listen to his entire life. His hands trailed up her body and cupped her breasts, she arched into his touch. The nipple pebbling under his soft old t-shirt was beckoning him. He broke the kiss and bent his head to trace his tongue over the nipple. She arched her back as he sucked it into his mouth, eliciting another moan from her. This was going to be fun.

He pulled back and looked at the wet spot on his t-shirt covering her breast and smiled. She started to pull at the hem his shirt and he yanked it up over his head. Then he started helping her out of her own shirt, anxious to see all those curves in the flesh. He had dreamed about what she would look like naked in his bed and he was now about to find out. Once her shirt was off, he took a moment to appreciate what was before him, all curves and softness.

“Fuck, Sasha, you’re so beautiful.”

The sexy gaze she gave him shot straight to his cock. And while he only planned on pleasing her tonight, he was ready to get put back in the game after only finishing up a bit ago. He lowered his mouth to her now bare nipple and sucked it into his mouth while his hand came up and thumbed the other to a peak.

“I’ve dreamed about this,” she panted. “But this is better than I could have even imagined.”

Those words spurred him on, and his hand dragged down her body over the soft mound of her stomach to the waistband of her underwear. “Is this okay?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said as she moved her hands and shifted her weight helping him to pull them off. “I generally don't wear high waisted shapewear like this, but ya do what ya gotta do with a dress like that.”

“Sasha, I don't give a fuck what your underwear looks like if you are letting me take them off you,” he said and then he kissed her and bit her bottom lip as his hand moved up her thigh until he was cupping her sex in his hand. He gently squeezed and ground the heel of his palm into her, and she gasped.

That gasp burned away the patience he was trying to exhibit, and he swept a finger in between her folds. She was so wet and ready, and he took a moment to remind himself this was just about her and giving her the distraction she needed, but he would still enjoy every fucking minute.

“Conner,” she said in a whimper and his mouth came crashing down hers as he slipped one finger into her wet heat and back out until he circled the little bundle of nerves. Her back arched and she moaned, and damn that felt good. Even if they didn't win the cup this year, he still felt like a fucking champion with this woman moaning in his name in his bed.

He pulled himself up, so he was kneeling between her open legs. This woman, who was damn near perfect, was spread open before him. She was his and he was going to do whatever he could to keep her forever, but first he was going to make her come, because he needed to know the sounds she made when she lost control. She was someone who was always in control, but here, when it was just them, he was in control, and that did something to him.

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