Page 112 of Fiona and the Fixer

“Dax!” I cried.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart.”

I didn’t even realize they’d fallen shut.

I watched Dax lick and suck, then get his fingers involved, all to make me come.

It didn’t take long–which probably only built his already massive ego up even more–to make me scream his name.

But when I did, I kept my eyes on his. Watched them flare with satisfaction as I came all over his face.

Coming to his feet, he remained between my spread legs. Opened his pants and pulled out his magnificent, impressive, massive, amazing dick.

He set a hand next to my head and loomed over me. His lips and chin were slick from me. Wasn’t that a sight?

“No rush this time. You, me. No one else.”

I nodded. “No one else,” I repeated, as he lined himself up and slid into me.

“Dax,” I moaned. He was big and while he filled me easily, he was a lot.

Once he was all the way in, he held still. Stared at me.

“I told you how I felt about you. You heard me,” he said.

I nodded.

“But we weren’t together. Not like this. I’m looking you in the eye, Fiona Whitaker, and telling you you’re it for me.”

Tears filled my eyes. Love filled my heart, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“No way could I be with anyone who couldn’t take down a guy down holding a fucking coffee pot.”

I laughed and the tears went away.

“I take care of what’s mine.”

Those words were like a balm. They were better thanI love you.He’s said those to me, and they were important, but even though I was ridiculously independent and hadn’t trusted anyone to have my back, I knew that Dax meant what he said. I was his and he was going to take care of me.

Because the only person before now to take care of me, was me.

“I’ll take care of you, too,” I admitted.

He grunted, because he didn’t seem to like that answer, pulled back, then slammed deep.

I whimpered at the delicious feel.

“We’ll see about that.”

I met his blue gaze with a gleam in mine. “Yeah, we will.”

And then we didn’t talk at all. Just fucked and then fucked some more. Some may have even called it making love.

Whatever the name, Dax sure as hell took care of me. Three times.

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