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But she was too happy to be angry.

Patrick was really here and was carrying her upstairs.

Patrick

Thankfully, Mina had been happy to see him. He hadn’t been sure she would be, but he’d also wanted to surprise her.

He was here tonight and tomorrow and he’d have to leave early as hell the morning after that, but it was worth it just to be with her again. The video chats had been nice, in some ways, but they’d just made things worse in others. Seeing her but notbeingwith her had been hellish.

And she’d seemed to miss him just as much.

He’d started thinking—why couldn’t she come out for some long visits?

His work prevented him from returning the favor, but he could pay for her trips to see him. He’d even had the thought… why couldn’t she just move in with him? His house, which had been perfectly fine before he’d met her, had suddenly started feeling too big for one person. He couldn’t help but think about how she’d fit in there.

There was a room that he could turn into an office for her. Another room where the milking bench and pump could go. It was the perfect setup.

If she was willing.

So he’d come in person to present the idea to her.

But first things first.

When they reached the top of the stairs, he paused, because there were several doors he could go through. The whole caveman thing wouldn’t work as well if he had to try every single one of them to find the bedroom.

Thankfully, Mina was as on board as he was.

“That one,” she said, pointing, her hand coming out far enough from behind him that he could see where she was indicating.

First impression of her room – combination of feminine and practical. Everything was in creams and sage green, but her bed had a canopy of thin mesh draped around it and there wereruffles on the pillows that adorned the matching comforter on the neatly-made bed. Matching ruffled curtains bracketed the two windows as well. The furniture was cherry wood, adding warmth to the room. Her walls were painted cream and covered in an array of posters about computers and tech that he found intimidating just glancing at them. A small desk at one of the windows had a laptop sitting on it, in case she wanted to get away from the massive multi-screen display she had set up in her main room.

Everything about it screamed “Mina” to him.

But he wasn’t going to take a whole lot of time to look around. He was far more interested in doing a close-up examination of the woman over his shoulder than he was of her room. Her room could wait, his dick could not.

Patrick tossed her onto the middle of her bed, crawling on after her to cage her with his arms. Not that she was trying to get away.

“So you need to be milked?” he asked, raising his eyebrow.

“Yes, please,” she replied, reaching up to wreath her fingers around the back of his head and pull him down for a kiss.

CHAPTER 16

Mina

Patrick was here. In her bed. With her. It still felt slightly surreal, even as he pushed up the hem of her shirt and bared her breasts to him. Her nipples were already hard, long before he tugged down the tops of her bra cups, her breasts tingling as if they recognized she was about to be milked.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he murmured, and even though he’d just exposed her breasts he wasn’t looking at them… he was looking at her.

“I’ve missed you too,” she whispered back, sliding her fingers through his hair for no other reason than she wanted to touch him.

Then he lowered his mouth to one of her nipples and sucked hard. Mina moaned as she felt her milk let down, her other nipple starting to leak as he drank from the right.

“Oh fuck…” She arched beneath him, her lower body trapped under his bulk, her legs too short to be able to wrap around him, but she could thrust her breasts up into his mouth and palm.

It felt so good to have him be the one drinking from her again.

The pumping had still been hot sometimes, with her doing it under his direction while he watched from the computer, fisting his huge cock, but it hadn’t been the same. And he hadn’t been able to be there for every pumping, which had made it feel far more impersonal than it had before Rawhide.

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