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A smile broke out on my face, the last bits of tension dissipating. Then I leaned forward and touched my mouth to hers, capturing it in a bruising kiss. We stood there like that for a long time, Alana eventually tearing her mouth from mine. “Are you sure we have to have dinner first?”

I nodded. “For the things we have planned, dinner is a must.”

She huffed her displeasure. “Okay, fine.”

Laughing, I said, “I promise it’s going to be worth the wait.”

“Of course, it will. I’m the one who’s taking charge,” she reminded me.

I hadn’t stopped laughing as I draped my arm over her shoulder and around her back. Then I urged her toward the kitchen with me. “Sure, baby. Whatever you say.”

Alana might have wanted to argue, but fortunately, she didn’t. And when we finally finished our food, I gave Alana the chance to make things up to me. But it wasn’t long when I decided I needed to take over and give her everything she deserved for changing my whole life.

NINETEEN

Ty

“Okay, just try to resist.”

My brows shot up, the disbelief no doubt marring my expression. Alana couldn’t be serious.

Not now.

Not when she was doing this. Not when her fingers were already curled around my cock, and she’d had her mouth that close.

“Are you joking?”

The look of determination mixed with a hint of frustration that came my way was slightly unnerving. “I am not joking, Ty. You promised.”

I had promised.

But I had been in the moment, and I didn’t think Alana understood what she was asking me to do. “I know. But what you’re asking me is close to an impossibility. You’re telling me to avoid doing what feels natural. It’s like telling a lion not to stalk its prey.”

She raised a brow. “You’re not an animal that’s going to eat me.”

“Uh…actually, I’m fully on board with making that happen,” I noted, doing my best to resist the urge to thrust my hips up. “You taste delightful.”

Alana sighed and rolled her eyes. “Ty Weaver, you’ve already stopped me once from fulfilling the promise I made earlier this evening. You can’t do it a second time. Unless…”

“Unless what?”

Her features turned sullen at the same time she offered a slow stroke with her hand. Then her thumb swirled lightly around the tip. “Unless you don’t think I’m capable. Unless you think I’m not good enough.”

My eyes narrowed. “You’re not fighting fair.”

She pressed her lips together and lifted her shoulders to her ears, her grip on me growing firm. “I told you I was going to take charge tonight. I promised you that, and I was looking forward to it. And after dinner, I thought you were going to allow it to happen.”

“I fully intended for it to go down the way you had hoped, but you were doing such an amazing job that I lost control and had to take over,” I explained, my attempt to defend myself.

“I know. But when I protested then, you made me a promise that I could take charge next time,” she argued. “Now that I’ve had my head in your lap while we watched a movie on this couch ever since you finished things up for us last time, I want my chance. And unless you’re a man who breaks his promises, you have to do whatever it takes to resist me.”

I sucked in a deep breath. This was going to be absolute torture. “I need you to be clear about the rules. Am I not allowed to doanything?”

A slow, victorious smile spread across her face. “You can...watch.” My eyes widened, pleading with her for more.She sighed. “Fine. You can touch, too. But that’s it. You’re not allowed to take over. It has to feel like I’m in control the entire time.”

It wasn’t what I’d hoped for, but if it was going to make Alana happy, I was going to do it. “Okay. Okay, I promise to only watch and touch. You get to do the rest.”

With my reassurances in hand, Alana wasted no time. She lowered her head and took me deep in her mouth.

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