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“Okay.”

And that’s just what they did. They ordered Thai and watched movies while they played with Winnie on the floor, and it was utter perfection.

After Sven had given her a bath and put her to bed, he came down the stairs with a glint in his eye, and of course, he was not wearing a shirt.

“Do you ever wear a shirt?” she asked.

“Nope,” he said, popping thep. “At least not when you look at me the way you do.”

“You may be the cockiest guy I have ever met.”

“And you love it,” he said with a wink.

She rolled her eyes and turned to push the button on the dishwasher. Before she knew what was happening, Sven was behind her, pinning her to the counter with his hands on either side of her pressed into her with an already hard cock kissing her neck. She gasped and instinctually rocked her hips back, grinding into him.

“Fuck,” he groaned out. “I’m so ready for this. Should we move this upstairs?”

She turned with his body still pinned her firmly to the counter, then slid her hand into his hair and kissed him.

“Yeah, let’s do that.”

“So much for taking it slow,” he said, grinning.

“Are you trying to get me to change my mind? I can go to the pool house.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want this as much as I do.”

“So cocky . . .”

“That has been established. Now, get upstairs,” he said as she pushed off the counter and pulled her with him.

As she turned to head to the stairs, he smacked her ass. She turned to glare at him, but, heaven help, her she loved it.

They made their way to the stairs, and she started up them while Sven waited at the bottom. She turned and saw him grinning up at her.

“What are you doing?”

“Just watching what’s mine,” he said, then he bit his lip.

“Oh my god, get up here,” he said, motioning with her head.

Before she knew what was happening, he was taking steps two at a time, making his way up to her.

“Ahhh,” she screamed before turning and running up.

“You better be quiet,” said Sven in her ear. “Wake up Winnie, and I’ll have to wait even longer to make you moan.”

Then he swept her off her feet, carried her the rest of the way down the hallway into his bedroom, and kicked the door shutbehind her. He dropped her on to the bed before getting the baby monitor out of his pocket and setting it down on the dresser.

Why on earth was that sexy? She was fairly convinced everything he did could be sexy, but she would never tell him that. His head was big enough already.

Then he dropped his pants, and she saw just why his head was so big... it clearly wasn’t the only big thing about him. She could feel herself lick her lips before her eyes flew to his. He was just watching her with the cocky smirk on his face.

“Like what you see?”

“Will you just get in this bed with me?”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, but when he opened his eyes, that cocky smirk was gone and replaced by something real and vulnerable. It almost took her breath away.

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