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I squirm closer to him. “Make love to me, Brett.”

He thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt.

It’s too tight, and I cry out and hold my breath, squeezing my eyes closed as I wait for my body to adjust. I feel like a virgin. Between the size of his cock and the length of time I’ve gone without sex, I am like a virgin.

He fills me so completely.

He’s not moving.

When I blink to focus on him, I find him regarding me closely. “You okay, Lacy?”

I nod. “So good. Do it again.”

He eases out and thrusts back home, deeper this time.

I angle my hips so he can get as deep as possible. I arch my chest and tip my head back. I’m so exposed. Vulnerable. Desperate.

“That’s it, Little lamb. Let it feel good. Take what you need. Don’t hold back. I want to watch you unravel.”

I’m so unraveled there’s nothing left. I’m not sure my skin is still on. I can’t even command my tongue to lick my lips.

When he slides almost out and thrusts again, I cry out. My legs are shaking, and I grip his shoulders hard. I can’t…

I come a second time. It takes me by surprise. My channel flutters and pulses around his cock.

Brett’s breath hitches, and he grunts as he holds himself deep inside me. When his body jerks, I know he has followed me over the edge.

Chapter 10

Brett

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This has been the best day of my life and one I definitely didn’t see coming. We’ve moved at warp speed, but it feels right. Not just right. Perfect.

Lacy fits me. It’s not just that our kinks align, but now I know for sure we are beyond compatible in bed. Not that there was any doubt. There had never been any doubt in that arena. Not for me, at least.

Lacy had been more skeptical. I hope I blew those concerns out of the water. Based on the smile that’s been spread across her face for the past twenty minutes, I’m going to assume she’s pleased.

I’ve moved us to the bathtub, where we’re now reclining in warm water with some fruity-scented bubbles. I’m not sure it was wise for me to let Eve, Britney, Lucy, and several other Littles outfit the guest bath with soaps, shampoos, conditioners, and bubble bath. When I went to retrieve some to use in the master bathroom, the strawberry scent was all I found.

Lacy lifts a pile of bubbles and brings it to her nose. She inhales and giggles. “I think you should definitely go to work tomorrow with this smell on your skin.”

I trail my fingers up her arm. “You think so, huh?” It’s hard to keep from grinning. I totally would go to work smelling like strawberries if it made her happy. I wouldn’t even give a fuck if the guys harassed me. Hell, half of them wouldn’t dare say a word. I’ve seen them show up with all sorts of evidence that their Littles got hold of them before they left the house.

Stickers stuck to their shirts, drawings in their lunch bags, and crazy socks. I’ve seen it all. They might laugh at me, but they know better than to go overboard.

I unraveled Lacy’s braids before we got in and piled her hair up in a messy bun on top of her head. A few tendrils are hanging down her cheeks, curling in the humidity. Everything about her is beyond sexy.

I let my gaze trail down to her pert nipples, where they occasionally peek out of the water. I can’t keep my hands off them. I keep cupping them and flicking the tips, mostly because I love the way she repeatedly chastises me with a “Daddy…”

When she leans her back against my chest and lets out a long sigh, I know she’s more relaxed than earlier today. I’m glad, but I also know the bubble will burst when we have to face reality again.

As if she’s reading my mind, she murmurs, “I need to go back to work tomorrow.”

I figured this might happen. After all, she has clothes now. There’s no real reason for her to stay home just because she can’t get into her apartment. Granted, she has other, far more pressing, problems on her mind, but it’s impossible to know how long the Rutherfords intend to harass her. She can’t stay home indefinitely, pacing around while waiting for them to bother her.

I kind of wish she could, though. I’d be willing to take time off work to spend it with her, but I’m not going to pressure her on this issue. I’m concerned she might be better off saving her vacation and sick days for the possibility that we will have to travel to Indiana.

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