Page 229 of If Our Hearts Collide

Our attraction for one another is undeniable, and I now know that it’s this magnetic pull that makes me cocky enough to realize I’m by far the best person for the position. I will lay down my life to protect her—whether she approves or not.

“But I can have a fuckboy on the side,” she adds quickly.

A growl erupts from my diaphragm. “Never.” She has to be joking…

“Then you better put out now so I can sign with confidence later.”

“So you want a trial run?”

“Like a sample snack from the snack shack.”

Now I’m a snack? What am I going to do with her? That’s the bigger question. “Okay,” I agree with hesitation. I at least understand her point. “And when do you want to have your snack?”

Her eyes trail leisurely down my body as her fingers play with the waistband of my boxer briefs. Turning her head, she looks at the time on the stove. How is it after five in the morning?

“Now.” Her eyes move back to mine. “I’m famished.”

“I’m breaking all the rules with you.”

A smile plays on her lips. “Fun, isn’t it?”

“Dangerous.”

“My tests are all clear, Collins. I actually have had a recent physical. I can provide you a copy of the results. I have them saved on my phone. I have been taking a reliable form of birth control for years, albeit for something unrelated. You know—since I wasn’t actually fucking anyone during that time.”

“I had a physical done recently as well and have not had intercourse with anyone after it.”

“Wow.”

“Surprised?”

Her eyes trail down my torso, lingering on my crotch. “I hope you still remember how to use?—”

Penny’s yelp makes me laugh, as I fling her up into the air and carry her back to my bedroom. I lay her on my bed and soak in the magnitude of this moment.

Penny looks good in the moonlight seeping in from the windows. Soon it’ll be the sun.

I had envisioned how our first time together would be in my head numerous times. I’ve spent most of this past night fantasizing about how I’d take her. However, there’s only so much teasing and taunting I can endure before completely snapping and resorting to my genetically-dispositioned caveman tendencies.

Within seconds our clothes are discarded.

“Collins?”

“Yes?”

“You’ll go slow, right?”

“Of course, Princess. I’m going to prepare you to take me. You don’t need to worry about that, okay?”

And she will take me—all of me.

Her head nods, allowing my promise to permeate what I assume are her fearful thoughts. “Okay.”

There’s no turning back time now. She set this all into motion when she triggered my overprotective instincts and provoked me with her curious questions about the contract.

This is what she claims she wants, so who am I to deny her? When it’s daylight she can start obeying me. Right now, I’m a loyal servant to her needs.

I have tried to resist her innocent stares and her alluring personality. I have tried to stop myself from tasting the forbidden fruit, knowing that I’d get sent a one-way ticket straight to hell. I tried…

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