Page 208 of Texting Dr. Stalker

His arm slung over my side while he spooned me from behind, his fingers cupping my breast with a protective hold. His breathing came slow and steady, heavy with exhaustion and dreams.

Peng went to meow again.

“Shush,” I whispered, grabbing him and cuddling him close.

His annoyance turned into a purr. He snuggled against my neck and made biscuits in my hair.

He was probably hungry, but also looked a little concerned. The way he clung to me said he was highly suspicious of why his human companion was out cold on the floor, all while a masked naked man shared his body heat like some kind of primitive blanket.

I grinned and kissed his silky ginger fur.

Sleeping with X had been mind-blowing.

Doing something as reckless as being with him without protection made me feel naughty and sinful. Everything I’d done with him today had been completely out of character.

I wouldneverdo this with someone else.

I would never ask to be treated so roughly or be thrilled when he commanded me to serve him.

But it’d been the best experience of my life.

He’d changed me.

He’d changed me and awoken me and proved that I’dalwaysbeen a sexual creature just waiting to find the perfect playmate. I’d never been so honest with what I wanted or shared what turned me on. I’d never been set on fire so badly or shivered with power as I made him come.

He’d covered me in flames with his every thrust, leaving me rising from the ashes as we lay in pieces on the floor.

My mind skated to Zander against my will.

Guilt ate away at my satisfaction.

The woman I’d become today would never fit into his world now. As sweet and as wonderful as he was, he probably made out with the lights off and asked permission for every touch.

And…I needed the opposite.

X hadn’t just gotten under my skin; he’d burrowed into my heart.

He’d made me feel both vulnerably small and femininely powerful. And I hated that he still thought there wasn’t a future for us when I had no intention of letting him go.

Look at what happened in the kitchen.

Look at the message Nana had left behind.

She approved of the hussy I’d become. She didn’t admonish my evolution and gave me her blessing.

Therefore, X wasn’t going anywhere.

I would lock him in this house, rip off his mask, and force him to confess everything.

I’d gotten to the point where I didn’t care what secrets he had.

If he had a criminal background, oh well.

If he secretly killed people, hopefully they deserved it.

If he turned out to be on the run or embezzled funds or hoarded any number of sins…I didn’t care.

Because I loved him.

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