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“Fuck, I’m going to come, baby. Give me one more,” I demand, and she does precisely that.

Darling wails out her climax as I slam into her pussy once more, milking the semen from my balls, up my stalk, and straight into her soft, warm pussy. I shoot rope after rope of cum into her, soaking her walls and trying to breathe before dropping down next to her.

Pulling Darling into my side, I wrap the blanket around her while determining if I’ve just had a religious experience or if I’ve died and gone to heaven. I knew we would be explosive, but she is the woman of my dreams. Taking everything I give her and imploring for more.

All I need to do now is figure out what happened in her past for those scars to be where they are and how I can make her want a life with me.

CHAPTER 7

Darling

The warmth of the early morning sun sends any lingering chills away as Cort’s fingers caress along my wrist once more. I realize he wants to know. He needs to know why. But telling him might bring about the end before we even begin.

“They are what you imagine,” I whisper through a raspy throat. Tears form, about to spill over, but I don’t open my eyes. If I look into his gaze, I will cry.

“I have a dozen questions,” he says, his fingers oddly soothing. “I won’t push for the answers. I’d like to know when you’re ready to confide in me on your own time.”

Turning into Cort’s body, I kiss his chest before saying, “Thank you, Daddy.” I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect man to understand me.

“Can I buy you breakfast before I have to head into the office?”

His offer perks up my stomach.

“I could go for some pancakes.” I smile up at Cort, realizing what a beautiful man he is. Full lips, sharp jawline, the right amount of hair for that five o’clock shadow, and soulful blue eyes. He’s every woman’s fantasy, and if I’m picking up on his cues correctly, he’s all mine now.

“Good. I’ll be feeding you tonight, as well. Are you working today?”

I get distracted as he flings the blanket off himself and hops out of the truck. His nude body is a work of art, and I question my sanity as I get a look at the wrecking ball between his legs.

“Keep looking, and it’s going to get hard, and I’ll need relief.” He gives me a playful wink, but the way he licks his lips and his eyes zoom in on me says all I need to know about his seriousness.

“Right. Food,” I mutter. I need to get home, shower, and throw in a load of laundry before work tonight.

“So do you?” he asks as we’ve dressed and are climbing into the cab of his truck.

“Do I what?”

“Work tonight.”

Right. “Yes, I close the shop at eight and should be ready to leave about 8:30 or so.”

Parking in front of Cora’s, a popular breakfast spot in town, Cort throws the truck in park and turns to face me. “How can I convince you to spend the night?”

“Oh, uh…” I stutter through my answer when what I want is to be coy and seductive. I really suck at this. “I’m not sure if I can tonight. I promised my dad I’d get groceries today.”

“Christ.” He slumps back into his seat, and I get the feeling it’s not because I’m being sweet by taking care of my dad. “I keep forgetting how fucking young you are.” Yeah, that’s kind of what I figured.

“It’s okay,” I respond. “To just stop this now. That way, no one gets hurt.” He stares at me without saying a word, and I can’t decipher his expression. “I’m going to go inside and grab a table. Come in if you want, or leave, and we call this a good night and go our separate ways.”

Digging my nails into my palm so I don’t cry, I jump out and head inside. After getting a small booth in the back so I won’t have to watch him leave, I order a coffee, a stack of pancakes, and more bacon than my heart should have. I also ask for a chocolate milkshake to accompany the food.

Staring down into the steam from the hot brew, I watch the cream swirl around until it’s mixed before realizing I’m no longer alone. Staring up at Cort, tears pool in my eyes, and he’s blurry as I throw myself at him.

“You didn’t leave,” I whisper into his chest. I’ve never been so relieved to have someone choose me.

“I’m sorry I didn’t follow you in, baby.” He kisses me on the top of my head, and his arms tighten around me when I move to pull away. “No, stay right here.” He sits us down, so I’m nearly on top of him in the booth. “I need you to understand something.” When he lifts my head with a thumb under my chin, I stare into his mesmerizing gaze. “The age thing, it might throw me occasionally because I’m too fucking old for you, but I’m not letting you go, Darling. I’m in this until the day I fucking die. You’re mine, and I’m yours. Nothing will change that. Are we clear?” I nod before he finishes speaking.

“Mine,” I murmur, brushing my fingers along his throat. “All mine?” I glance up at him through my lashes.

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