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Stacey’s expression softens as she gazes at me. I take a shaky breath, pushing through the lump in my throat to continue before I lose my nerve.

“I finally left,” I say, choking up as my emotions overwhelm me. “I begged for a trade and ended up here. And you know what? I don’t care about any of that other stuff anymore. Gerald, my mom, Canada — none of it. The only thing I care about is you and Millie.”

Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t respond. I press on, desperate for her to understand.

“I love you, Stacey. I never stopped. And I love Millie. I’d love her even if she wasn’t biologically mine. She’s an amazing kid and you’re an amazing mom. I’m not going to take her from you. It’s the opposite. I want to be there for her, in any way I possibly can, and I’m just beating myself up that I’ve already missed so much… so much of her life…”

Her eyes glisten, but she shakes her head. “I don’t know if I can trust you, Owen. Not completely. You left once — what’s to stop you from leaving again? And if you do, it won’t just be me this time. Millie will get caught in it too.”

Her words cut deep, but I nod, understanding where she’s coming from. “I swear to you, Stacey, I’m not going anywhere. I’ve put up with Gerald for this long because I promised my father on his deathbed that I’d take care of my mother and make sure she was happy. However, I forgot that there was a second part to that promise…that I am happy as well. It wasn’t until your grandma had her heart attack that I remembered that. Being in the hospital, it all came flooding back. I’m going to uphold my promise from now on — fully. I’m done with Gerald and his family, and I’m going to keep Millie far the fuck away from them as well. I have no intention of ever goingback to Canada, Stace. I’m staying right here, with you and our daughter.”

Her lips part like she’s about to say something, but I don’t let her. I lean forward and kiss her. Suddenly, our years apart don’t matter. The misunderstandings and lost time are insignificant at this moment. It’ll all matter again in the morning, but right now, I just want her.

She doesn’t pull away. Instead, she melts into me. Her hands clutch the front of my shirt. The kiss deepens. The tension between us snaps.

I pull back just enough to whisper against her lips, “Let me show you how much you mean to me. Let me prove it.”

Her eyes meet mine and there’s a beat of breathless silence before she whispers, “Okay.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: TRUST AND SURRENDER

OWEN

Stacey’ssoft gasp as I tighten the padded cuff around her wrist makes my cock ache. Once she’s secure, I step back and admire my work. She’s lying on her stomach on my bed, her arms bound to the headboard with velcro cuffs, a firm pillow beneath her hips so her ass is arched up. I left her legs unbound and am enjoying the sight of her digging her feet into the mattress, squirming with anticipation. The mask is covering her eyes again so she can’t see what I’m planning to do to her.

She’s completely at my mercy.

I can hardly believe she agreed to this. After everything that’s happened between us, her willingness to trust me is humbling… and incredibly arousing.

“Owen?” she murmurs, and I realize I’ve been standing here staring at her for longer than I meant to.

Moving closer to the bed, I reach down and touch her between her shoulder blades, then run my fingers down the graceful curve of her spine. She shivers.

“Remember your safe word?” I ask.

“Offsides,” she whispers.

I smile. “Good girl.”

Tracing my way down to her ass, I cup one firm cheek and then pull my hand back and give her a light smack. She gasps, arching her back and pushing her ass higher into the air. She’s so eager and needy. So accepting of everything I have to give her. I want to make her feel good, but more than that, I want to make her lose herself so that the only thing that exists for her in this moment is me.

Stepping around to the end of the bed, I gaze down at her exposed pussy, my mouth watering. Grabbing the bottom of my shirt, I quickly yank it up and over my head, tossing it aside. My cock is hard and pressing against my pants, begging to be released, but I ignore it for now. I’m going to make her lose her mind first.

I’ve laid out a few items on the dresser behind me to use on her. A small silicone vibrator, a butt plug, a thick dildo, and a paddle. I tilt my head and study the items for several moments before grabbing the paddle. Turning, I take my time moving back to the side of the bed, drawing out the moment to build the anticipation.

“Remember to use your word if it gets to be too much,” I say in a low voice.

“If what…?”

I cut her off with a swift whack of the paddle against her plump backside. She lets out a surprised squeal and jerks her hips. I pause to give her a chance to use her word if she wants to… though I really hope she doesn’t.

Several seconds go by, and she doesn’t utter a word.

So damn perfect.

I smack her again, a little harder, and she hisses out a breath.

“That hurts,” she murmurs.

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