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“I do. I know exactly what I want.” He leaned in lower. “I want you, Blake.”

“I don’t have time to just fall into bed like that. George’s last day is tomorrow, and I have so many things to tidy up or clean. Laundry. Dishes. Clear the sidewalk from snow.”

He rubbed his thumb along my cheek, nodding. “Then I’ll help. Let me help, Blake. I’m sorry if the last time I thought I was helping was overstepping, but I couldn’t stand him bullying George or Reagan acting like it was no problem.”

“I—”

He edged in, bringing me flush against him as he stared into my eyes. “I’m sorry,” he repeated. “But I can’t stand the thought of you suffering or struggling. Please, let me take care of you. Let me help you. Even if just for tonight. I’ll do the dishes, the laundry.” He furrowed his brow. “I’ll manage wrapping those.”

Don’t make me fall more in love with you.I couldn’t survive if I got more attached. Shaking my head, I looked down. “You don’t need to do that. It’s not your responsibility. I’m not your burden.” When he opened his mouth to argue, I went on. “I do want to talk to you, though. I need to.” Because even though I wasn’t his to worry about, George was his son and he did have a right to look out for him. “But not like this. Not when I’m so tired and burned out from this week.”

He clutched me close, holding me tight. “Then I’ll help you with that. For the rest of the night, sweetheart, let me in to take care of you.”

Sweetheart.How I wished that he’d always want to call me that. I snuggled against him, too selfish to want his embrace and security until he might have second thoughts about giving it to me ever again.

“It sounds too good to be true,” I replied wryly. “Someone to swoop in and take care of me?” I joked.

He did just that, lowering in a slight crouch to swoop me up into his arms. I held my breath, locking my arms around his neck as he crushed his lips to mine. Dizzy from the change in gravity and being suspended in his strong hold, I sighed into his mouth, relishing his familiar taste.

“Sometimes, I have to convince myself that you’re not too good to be true,” he whispered as he carried me to my bedroom.

28

ZACH

Witnessing Blake so overwhelmed broke my heart. I didn’t want her to struggle. I didn’t like the idea of her having a rough time. I couldn’t offer her much. I was nothing more than a discharged soldier, mostly jobless but with a savings. She wouldn’t take charity. I knew that well enough not to even think of offering. I was determined to support her and help her however I could, though.

Because as I carried her and welcomed her lazy but deep kisses, as though she wanted to savor every second of kissing me for as long as she could, I knew I’d never find another woman like her. I’d never come to the understanding thatthiswas what love was supposed to be about. That this sensation of my heart beating so fast when she was near meant I cared about her far past the lines of “just sex”.

“I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you,” I told her after I closed and locked her bedroom door. George was home, and I didn’t need him to see what I wanted to do to his mother to show her that she was all I could ever dream of.

“Zach, no. That’s not true. I?—”

I cut her off with a kiss, not giving her a chance to argue what I felt to be so real and honest.

Leaning down to the bed with her, I began a slow, unhurried journey of getting her naked. I was eager to see her bare, all those soft, sweet curves exposed just for me. Her dusky nipples peaked for my attention. That succulent pussy dripping wet for me. Even though she was tired, she wasn’t slacking in getting my clothes off either. I tugged her clothes off, following with my mouth to kiss and taste every inch. Only pausing to kiss her or give her access to remove my clothes, I admired how sensual she was lying with me.

“Sweetheart,” I said as I stroked my hand down her side and settled my hand on her ass. “Look what you do to me.” Leaning up to stare down at her, breathing hard from making out, I thrust my dick against her to show her how hard she made me.

She grinned but reached up for the nightstand, slanting away from me. “Wait, let me shut off the light.”

“No, no, no.” I pulled her close to spoon her, rubbing my cock along her ass cheeks. “I want it on so I can see you.”

She rolled, facing me and kissing me. Instant desire took over, and I knew I wouldn’t last. I didn’t know how I'd lasted years with only a memory of her, but these last ten days felt like hell without her.

Without this. I pulled her leg up until it draped over my hips. Then I slid my fingers along her wet entrance, swiping her cream back to her rear hole. I hadn’t forgotten how wild she was for anal play, and as I rubbed that sweet rosette, she arched into me again.

“Oh, Zach…”

I smiled against her lips as I played with her. Circling that naughty hole, then with a little more cream, slipping my digit into her tight opening.

“Fuck me, sweetheart. Stuff your needy cunt with my dick and fuck me.”

She shivered, trembling as she crawled closer to get on top of me. After she lined up my dick, she sank down and sucked me in. The push against my finger deep into her ass proved how tight she was, and as I pistoned into her ass, I added another finger.

“Oh!” She faltered in lifting up, too distracted by the increased stretch. Instead of rocking on me, rolling her hips over me as I lay back for her to use my erection to ride on, I shifted her until she was on her back.

“I said I’d take care of you,” I corrected. I wasn’t going to let her do all the work.

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