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“The reason I’m not going to flatten you to this bed and show you how much better my mouth is compared to those vibrators is because I’m sweaty and gross, and you’re all clean and smell like heaven.”

Oh.He has a point.It’s absurd that I’m disappointed.

He stands and heads for the door without touching me.When he reaches the doorframe, he grabs it, turns back around, and says, “Pack a few things in an overnight bag to leave at the estate, baby.”

I draw in a breath.“I can’t stay the night, Tiago.”

“Not tonight.No.I’ll bring you home at a reasonable hour so your grandfather is impressed by me.I can be respectful.But one of these days, you’ll end up sleeping over, and then you’ll already have a few things in the mansion.”

“Okay.”The idea makes goosebumps rise on my skin.Three hours into our first sort-of date and I’m packing a bag to leave things at his mansion?

“And Reagan…”

There’s more?I don’t think I can take more.“Yes?”

“Put both vibrators in that bag.They can stay in my room.”

I gasp.“Why?”

He grins.“Because the rest of your orgasms are mine, baby.No exceptions.”

My entire body shivers.Again, I wonder, is he serious?But I know he is.Dead serious.The thought of this sexy man controlling when I get to orgasm is so fucking hot that I’m about to come just standing here.Maybe I can.

Chapter7

Tiago

“You’re really going to stop at the grocery store?”Reagan asks as I park in front of Wilde Grocery.

“Yep.As well as flaunting you in front of your ex like I’m in middle school, the entire town will find out we’re together in less than an hour.”

“And why do we need to alert the entire town?”

I unfasten her seatbelt and tap her cute nose.“Because you’re off the market.I want everyone to know.”I’m behaving like a caveman.I can’t help myself.

“Did you want to pick up condoms and lube while we’re in there?”she jokes.

“Nope.We don’t need either.”I round to her side of the car and open the door before offering her a hand to help her out.

“Tiago…” she hisses.“What does that even mean?”

I thread my fingers with hers and lead her toward the entrance.When we step inside, I stop behind her, set my hands on her shoulders, lean toward her ear, and whisper, “I’ll make you so wet you’ll never need lube, and you said you wanted kids.”

She gasps.“I did not,” she hisses.“My grandfather did.”

I shrug.“Was he wrong?”

“No,” she hisses even louder.“But that doesn’t mean I want themtoday.”

“It takes nine months to make them.”

She spins in my arms and whispers in a voice filled with spunk.“It takes nine seconds to make them, and then I have to carry them nine months.I’m not interested in starting that today.”

“We can’t start today.It’s too late in the day to get married.And, baby, I promise to make it last more than nine seconds.”I grin.

My girl runs a hand down her face.“What are we doing here?”

I take her hand and lead her past every aisle, aiming for the frozen food section.Everyone in the store has stopped what they’re doing to look at us.It feels like the entire world has paused except us.

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