Page 82 of Plus Size Player

I climbed off the bed and stood on wobbly legs. Pointing to his phone, I quirked an eyebrow. “You can get that,” I told him.

He exhaled, reached for the ringing device. “It’s work.”

“Take it. I’m going to take a shower so we can get going. I have that meeting at noon.”

Instead of answering his phone, he followed me to the bathroom. Leaning against the doorjamb, he watched me in the mirror.

“Getting my essentials,” I told him, even though he didn’t ask. I moved the bodywash and face scrub from the counter to the bathtub ledge.

“I meant what I said about seeing you more since I’ll be local,” he stated.

I grabbed the towel and washcloth and sat it on the counter. “I meant it, too. I enjoy being with you.”

“I enjoy you, too.” He gestured to his dick, hanging long and thick between his strong thighs. “And I don’t just mean sexually.It just so happens that when I look at you, over there jiggling like that, I react to it.”

I giggled, rolling my eyes. “You’re so ridiculous.”

He just stared at me with this look that made goose bumps spread over my skin. “I’m serious though. I enjoy your conversation”—he took a step forward—“your company”—he got behind me and wrapped his arms around my middle—“and the way you think.”

Sighing, I leaned back into him. “I feel the same way.”

“You do.”

It wasn’t a question. It was more of a clarifying statement.

We gazed at each other for a moment, letting the admission settle around us.

He broke the silence first. “I’m not having sex with anyone else.”

“I’m not either,” I murmured.

Moving his hands from my belly, he gripped my hips. “Let’s keep it that way.”

I cocked my head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“Let these other dudes know you’re not available anymore.”

A chill ran down my spine as I felt the emotions I’d been avoiding bubble up. “You want to be exclusive?”

“Yes. I want you exclusively to myself.” He ran his tongue from one corner of his mouth to the other. “And I don’t share what’s mine.”

I bit my lip and tried my hardest not to grin. “What if I’m not looking to be in a relationship?”

With his eyes trained on our reflection, he kissed me behind my ear. “What if you found one anyway?” he whispered.

“So, you’re telling me you’re my man now?”

He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Are you telling me I’m not?”

A chill ran through my body. “Russ…”

Nuzzling his nose into my hair, he inhaled deeply. “Are you mine, Nina?”

My heart, stomach, and pussy thumped in response. “Yes.”

The answer burst out of me in a quiet huff.

Turning me around, he grabbed my face. “Say it.”

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