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I’m in way too deep to back down now.

And why mess with a good thing when the universe basically delivered me the best sex of my life via a fancy contract that was signed in front of a real lawyer?

I wouldn’t dare.

I can’t mess with fate and live in peace.

And if staying months at Soulful Mind taught me anything, it was to preserve my peace.

I snuggle into his warmth and feel like I’m being lifted and carried to rest in a warm cloud.

Time passes in a funnel, and it isn’t until a fuzzy comforter is pulled up over me that I realize I must be drifting off.

“You changed the sheets,” I state the obvious. My words slur from drowsiness.

“I did.”

“They smell so good.”

Collins takes his place behind me in his bed, as I grip the blanket up to my neck in fistfuls.

In the safety of his arms, I dream of the future, when the one hundred days lapse but our relationship still continues.

As I shift, I feel Collins’s strong arm slide over my hip, up to my stomach, and then attach itself with a light squeeze of my breast. His other hand settles right into my shorts and against my bare pussy.

It is so possessive.

So intimate.

Not even the string of a tampon will keep this man away.

And I can’t remember a time that I’ve been this comfortable in front of someone.

Collins accepts me for me, mess and all.

And that is a beautiful realization.

When my mind starts to take stock of my surroundings, I hear Collins chuckle. “Hmm?”

“You’re talking in your sleep.”

I am? “What am I saying?”

“That you wish I was born with three cocks so I could please all your holes at once.”

My eyes pop open, but then I realize quickly that he is teasing. “And the man has jokes.”

Collins laughs, shaking my body slightly. “It’s true.”

“What did I really say?”

“That you want to go ice skating. Do you?”

I dart up in bed. “Hell yes, I do!”

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