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“You’re in your head. Come out of it and be with me.” Sawyer says it matter-of-factly as though the answer is that easy.

“What am I doing here?” I sigh and watch as he pulls down two coffee mugs from the fridge.

“You’re getting comfortable. You want a t-shirt to change into?” He grins, showing off the dimple he hides on his right cheek. “I have to warn you, though, that might put this over the edge for me.”

“Sawyer,” I say, stepping toward him, tears welling in my eyes, “I’m scared.”

He nuzzles me against his chest and brushes the back of my hair down, holding me close. “Of what, princess? Your dad?”

“Of everything. I don’t want to get used to seeing you again, get used to this feeling again, only to lose you.”

He kisses the top of my head with a growl low in his throat. “You’re mine, you hear me? We belong together. We’ve always belonged together. I’m sorry I didn’t take you sooner.” He leansinto the top of my head, kissing me gently over and over again. “Tell me you belong to me.”

My eyes close and hair rises on the back of my neck as my fingers ache with need. For thirty years I’ve lived under my father’s thumb. I dated the boys he chose. I studied what he wanted me to study. I took on the flower shop because he believed the world didn’t need more pies. I wear high fashion and expensive shoes because that’s what I was told to do. Worst of all, I left the love of my life to marry a man my father said was the one.

My father is wrong. He’s always been wrong, and I’m finally done following.

Sawyer kisses his way to the lobe of my ear and back again, focusing on the back of my neck where his warm breath sends tingles down my spine and straight to my groin. “Tell me you belong to me, princess, and I’ll make whatever you want happen.”

I turn back toward Sawyer, lift onto my toes, and press my lips into his, breathing in the taste of the coffee and the scent of pine on his skin. “I’m yours, Sawyer. I promise. Take me.”

Goosebumps break out all over my body, and as his large, rough hand cups my face, the urge to feel him inside of me is now at a fever pitch. I need this man. I need his hands on my body, his tongue on my skin, his cock inside of me.

“Have you thought about this as many times as I have?” Sawyer groans into my mouth as he kisses me deeper. I’m pretty sure I’m within an inch of unraveling at this point.

I draw in a deep breath, breaking the kiss long enough to say, “Yeah, like, a lot.” I leave out the part about masturbating to the thought of him and the few times I slid into fantasies of the two of us when Leon and I had to have sex.

I guess that should’ve been my first clue that I was taking the wrong path.

“What did you think about?” He kisses his way across my collarbone, tugging at the hem of my dress. “Tell me what you thought about, princess.”

“Princess…”I love when he calls me princess. I feel so small and dainty, though I’m clearly not. That said, there’s no way in hell I’m telling him all the filthy things I’ve thought about over the years.

“You first.” I stare up at him, lips parted, thighs aching, desperation in full force.

He clears his throat and wraps his hands around my waist, pressing me against his frame until I feel the solid ache of his cock against my stomach.

Dear Lord, what’s happening? Two hours ago, I was watching my fiancé go face deep in another woman’s cleavage, wondering what had become of my life. Now, I’m rubbing up against Sawyer’s hard cock without a care in the world.

“Well,” he groans, lifting me up onto the kitchen counter, “I thought about lifting you up just like this. I thought about spreading your thick thighs wide, and I thought about tasting you. Would you let me taste you, princess?”

I hum out some sort of aching response that means yes, and Sawyer presses against my mouth and tangles his tongue with mine.

Groan after groan rises up from his throat as he kisses my neck and nibbles his way toward my nipples.

“Jesus, princess. This doesn’t feel real. Tell me you need it.” His breath is hot on my skin, and every touch is heightened and tingling.

“I need you so bad, Sawyer. I need your cock.”

He growls, pulls my panties to the ground, and kisses his way up my leg, between my thighs, and onto my aching pussy.

I don’t remember a time I ever made love that felt like this. Until now, the only man I’ve ever been with is Leon, and hishands were always cold and quick. He never kissed me like this, never took his time, never made me feel loved and adored. He certainly never went down on me.

Sawyer sucks the inside of my thigh as I jump against the warmth of his mouth. He kisses the outer lips softly, then licks against the seam before sliding his thick fingers inside of me and scrubbing his tongue against my clit.

“Oh my God!” I pant, leaning back against the cool kitchen counter as he tugs me to the edge and eats me out like an actual cherry pie.

“Good girl, princess. You taste so fucking sweet.”

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