Page 128 of Black Sheep

I take a few steps back and hold out my hand. “Take me to bed. Fuck me. Love me.”

His eyes light up. With love. With primitive possession. Mine. All mine.

“With pleasure, baby.” He eyes my sky-high heels. “But…should you be wearing those in your condition?”

“Which condition is that? The one where you bend me over the side of the bed and take me from behind with my heels on? Or the one where I climb on top of you and ride you all night long? With my heels on?”

He chokes on a breath, his eyes going wild. “Someone’s been having naughty fantasies.”

“I’ve had to live without you for almost three months. You don’t know the half of it.”

He exhales, strides to me, and sweeps me up in his arms. Touching his forehead to mine, he whispers, “I’ll make it up to you. Whatever you want.”

“I want you to never leave me again. I want you to have my heart and my love. Always. But right now, I want you to take me in the bedroom. And fill me up.”

He shudders. “God, yes!”

“And Axel?

“Yes, baby?”

“If it helps you move faster, I’m not wearing any panties.”

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Us

I didn’t hold her firmly enough.

I didn’t account for the world having the capacity to tear us apart.

She’s back in my arms again. Her heart in my hands. Mine in hers.

I’ll never make that mistake again.

This time I won’t be her Romeo.

I’ll be her whole fucking world.

And as long as the world spins, I’m never letting go.

Never.

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