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“If that’s what you want.I can arrange for you to meet them.”

“I think I’ll pass on comparing notes with your lovers.”

“Put your claws away.When I’m with you, I’m not thinking about anyone else.”

“Convince me.”

I grin at her, having the knowledge that I’ve won.Then I back her up against the side of the bank and in anticipation and impatient she goes up on her toes as I bend down to meet her sweet lips.

Chapter Seven

WhatamIdoingwith my life?

Big Daddy stands behind me, more like towers over me after we showered together.I stare at our reflection in my bathroom mirror.Our size difference should be comical, but he makes me feel safe.Protected and cherished whenever we’re together.As if he’d burn the world down for me and he hardly knows me.Not on a personal level.Physically, I don’t think there is a part of me he doesn’t know.

I swore I wasn’t going to sleep with him again.That I’d only go to dinner with him, but somewhere between food and drinks, I found myself leading him back to my place and taking my clothes off the second his lips met mine.I lean against his chest, the top of my head barely reaching his pecs.He slides a thick, inked arm across my chest, his gaze holding mine in the reflective glass.The heat of his cock presses into my lower back.

“What are you thinking about?”his gruff voice sends a shiver through me.I’ve never met anyone sexier than he is to me.

“Our difference in height.”

His chest shakes with his deep belly chuckle.“You worried about what people will think?”

“Not really.No.I’m questioning my sanity because I don’t know what I’m doing…what we’re doing.”

“You want a label for what we are?”

“A definition maybe.How is this going to work?Casual?We both see whoever we want as well as each other?”

“Not big on sharing, Gwynee.”

“Sounds like a double standard.”

“I’ve got no interest in seeing anyone else while this between us plays out.”He grabs his phone off the sink, swipes his thumb across the screen.The ringing of a call on speaker phone sounds.

“Hey, BD.Thought we weren’t on until Tuesday,” a scratchy female voice greets him.

“I’m canceling, indefinitely.”

“What do you mean?”her voice raises.

“Lose my number.”He hangs up on her and I watch him block the number.

I listen as he makes two more similar calls.When he’s done, he bends down to kiss the top of my shoulder.“Better?”

“I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“But you wanted me to.”

“Yes,” I answer honestly.The thought of him sleeping with other women, then coming to see me, turns my stomach.

“Then we’re on the same page.I like fucking you, Gwynee.”

“Gee thanks.”

“You telling me you don’t enjoy it?”He lifts a brow as he cups my pussy, brushing the rough pad of his thumb over my clit.

The closing of my eyes and parting of my legs is the only response I give him.I can’t think when he’s touching me.“Stop.We need to talk.”

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