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“Mine! Mine!” he shouted. “Fuck, baby! That’s it! FUCK! Oh goddamn, yeah. Squirt on my dick. AH FUCK!”

My head fell forward as he released my hair, and his arm wrapped around me, bringing my back against his chest as his body shuddered. I moaned as his release flooded deep inside me. One of his hands grabbed my breast and squeezed.

We stood there, breathing heavily. Sated. Owned.

“That was so much better than my imagination,” he mutteredclose to my ear, causing me to giggle. He nuzzled closer and groaned, “Did I hurt you?”

I started to shake my head and stopped. “I’m not sure yet. How bad of a mark did you leave on my butt?” I asked, smiling.

His hand covered the sensitive spot. “It’s not bad. At least not as bad as what I want to do to it.” He brushed my hair back over my shoulder and placed a kiss on my neck. “I was asking about your pussy. Did I break it?”

I shook my head. “No, but I’m pretty sure they don’t break.”

“Mmm,” was his only response.

I arched my neck as he continued to kiss me and fondle my breasts.

“You keep this up, and I’m going to be ready for another round.”

“Good. That’s the idea,” he replied, then gently bit the curve of my neck.

“We could go back to the club and continue this in your room,” I suggested.

“I’d rather have you here. Away from everyone else. In the spot where we’re gonna build our house. As soon as you tell me what house you want.”

I stilled, then turned my head to meet his eyes.

He kissed the tip of my nose. “Don’t look so surprised, Angel Face. It’s always been you. I bought the land, but never built on it because I’d lost the only woman I wanted to build a house with. But you’re here now. You’re mine. We’re too old to waste time. I’m ready to have the life we missed out on.”

8

Salem

Rome had gotten up before the sun, kissed me, and told me to stay in bed until he got back.

Yesterday, we’d come home from our time out on his property, and he brought me straight to the room. He even had our dinner brought up to us. I’d loved being in here with him, but it was after nine now, and I was getting hungry. If he wanted to come lock us away for more when he got finished with what he was doing, then I would come right back to bed. But I couldn’t just lie in it all day, waiting on him.

I took my time showering and getting dressed in case he returned, but when he wasn’t there when I finished, I went on down to the kitchen. Goldie and Nina were whispering over by the stove, neither of them looking happy about whatever it was they were talking about. I glanced around to see who was in the room, but only Butch sat over on one of the sofas with a cup of coffee, looking at his phone. Nine was early for this bunch.

Not wanting to interrupt their conversation, but also in need of food, I walked quietly to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water.

“Oh, good morning, Salem,” Nina said when she spotted me, but there was something off in her tone of voice. Not her normal, teasing lilt that warned me she was going to pry into my sex life.

I smiled at her, but it faltered when her concerned gaze met mine. That was odd. What was going on?

“I didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation,” I said apologetically.

Goldie waved a hand and shook her head. Her smile was a little too bright and forced. “You didn’t. Not one bit. We needed some good company. God knows we ain’t had any this morning.”

“I can hear you,” Butch called out from across the room.

“I wasn’t whispering,” Goldie called back, then turned to walk over to the oven. “Let me get you something to eat,” she said and began to make herself busy.

Nina was still studying me closely and realized it, then blinked, smiled, and went to grab a plate. “Yes, sit down, and we will get you all fixed up.”

“Y’all sure don’t go fussing over me like that,” Butch told them.

Nina rolled her eyes and put a hand on her hip. “And we ain’t gonna start,” she shot back at him.

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