Page 26 of He Sees You

“You will,” is my simple reply. I know everything there is to know about Dove. After tonight, I’m an open book to her. As for now… I pat the mattress. “Come back to bed.”

She nibbles on her bottom lip. I catch a hint of longing in her deep brown eyes. I knew she was lonely. I picked up on that almost from the beginning. Like me, she doesn’t have many close friends, and for reasons I was too grateful to look too closely at, she hasn’t had any male companionship in the last six months. She satisfied herself with her toys, and no matter why she agreed to let me fuck her, she can’t pretend she didn’t enjoy it.

She can’t pretend that, as her gaze runs over my body, she doesn’t want to do it again…

I grin.

Dove blurts out, “I’m not on the pill. Not any kind of birth control. And you came inside of me, didn’t you?”

Of course I did. “I’m serious when I say that I’m yours and you’re mine, Dove. You don’t think that I’ll take the first chance to knock you up so that you can’t pretend that isn’t so?”

“Youwantme to get pregnant?”

My grin widens. “If you conceived tonight, I have the perfect names for our Christmas miracle: Nicholas or Noelle.”

Dove lifts her hand higher, fingers pressed to her lips as she stares at me. “You really are insane. I… holy shit. You’renuts.”

Didn’t we already establish that? I thought we did. And I’d much rather find pleasure with my precious Dove than explain how much my obsession with her has completely overtaken my life, but if she needs to understand that this is nowherlife…

I sigh again. “I sneak in to watch you sleep. I bought you a model of my cock as a Christmas present to make sure you had no problem with it before I used the real thing on you. I’ve been dressing up as Santa Claus for almost a month now, following you around Springfield. And I did all that instead of just asking you out. You’ve got no argument from me, precious. Unless, of course, you try to refuse me. Then I’ll argue ‘til I’m blue in the face. Get that?”

All she says is: “I fucked a crazy guy. I let him stay in my apartment and I fucked him after he broke in. Shit. MaybeI’m crazy, too.”

“No,” I say honestly. “But you’re mine, and I love you anyway.”

When Dove stays quiet, my stomach goes tight. This was supposed to be easy. She fell into bed with me without a fight. She let me fuck her. Why is she trying to back out now?

It’sChristmas.

I fist the sheet, trying to keep control of my temper. “Do you regret it?”

“What?”

“Sleeping with me. Giving yourself to me. Dove… do you regret it?”

I shouldn’t ask. If she says ‘no’—

“I didn’t say that.”

So she doesn’t regret it.

Thank fucking God.

“Good,” I say firmly, and if she’s going to change her mind, she better not. “Come back to bed. Now.”

I like when she obeys, but it would be awfully boring if my Dove jumped to do whatever she was told. Just like how that secret dark side of her was fascinating to me, the spark of defiance she shows has me grabbing my cock and giving it a placating stroke as she turns away from me and marches over to her dresser.

Bending just enough to give me a delightful view of her ass, she grabs an oversized t-shirt from the drawer and yanks it on.

I send a silent apology to my impatient cock. At least she’s not still insisting on a shower—though, if she did, I’d be joining her there—but getting dressed again? I guess we’re going to have to wait a bit for round two.

Does she need a little coaxing? More proof that, starting with this Christmas, she’s mine?

I climb out of bed, padding across the room so that I’m right there. When she doesn’t dance out of my reach, I swallow my resurgent grin before she can see the triumph in the curve of my lips.

I take her hand. She doesn’t stop me. I tug her until she’s pressed up against me, my aching erection trapped between my naked body and her t-shirt.

“You should go,” Dove whispers, and I’m not sure if she’s trying to convince me to leave—or herself that she actually wants me to.

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