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Maybe I’ll build her a new house?

Move them into mine? It’s a three bedroom. I’ve never had a use for the other two, but now I’m antsy to fill them all to the brim.

That’s a conversation for another day. For now, I just need to work on getting Char to open up and accept me as a part of her life.

I’m not letting go.

The last of the things to bring in is her tiny bag of truffles, still sitting in the console.

One little package is all she would let me indulge her with. Her humble modesty is a lure. Knowing I could buy her anything, yet the only request was a decadent treat, it makes me want to spoil her.

Even though I know she’ll fight me on every purchase.

I’ll just have to spank her tiny ass for arguing with me.

Fuck. That makes my cock harden. And here I am, running around in my skivvies when her beautiful naked body is waiting for me.

Time to fix that. Leaving my boots by the door, I step lightly down the hall.

She hasn’t moved when I go back into the bedroom. Kicking off my boxer-briefs, I peel the heavy blanket back.

Her blue eyes flash in the low light before she settles back against me. “Everything okay?” she asks groggily.

My lips find her temple as I pull her into my arms. “I had to make sure your chocolates were in the fridge. Didn’t want them melting.”

She exhales in a breathy laugh. “Thank you.” Her knee works between my thighs, then I feel her relax against me.

Blood tries to surge to my loins, but I will it down. “I know how to take care of my girl.” I know she can’t see the smile tugging up my lips, but it’s there.

Chapter 25

Char

I can’t remember everwaking up being cuddled. It’s always been me wrapped around Paisley, never someone else holding me.

Matt would only touch me when he was hoping to get lucky.

Dixon envelops me as if he’s shielding me from an explosion.

It makes me feel special.

I do the same with Paisley, except when she turns sideways in the bed and kicks me in the face while she sleeps.

His wide hand cups my shoulder, and his meaty thighs snug behind mine. The heat radiating off him is a welcome change to the chilly morning air.

I find myself tracing the veins on the back of his wrist, and flattening my palm over his knuckles. He’s huge in comparison.

The dull ache in my pelvis can attest to our size difference. I swear I could almost feel the tip of his dick in the back of my throat.

My god, how many times did I come? I’ve never experienced anything like that before.

Intense doesn’t begin to describe it.

He lets out a low rumble and shifts his arm, moving his hand down my side, he positions my hips to tighten against his before his breathing levels back out.

His fingers dangle on my waist, close enough to the tight curls on the mound of my pussy that it tickles. Soft exhales wash over the top of my head.

I’m bathed in sensations of him.

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