Page 112 of Duty and Desire

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However, considering I couldn’t see his face, I didn’t know what he was saying.

So I called, “Mo?”

“You’re fallin’ for me?”

Now his voice was low and tight.

Uh-oh.

Too soon?

“Well…uh?—”

“Stop talking, Lottie.”

I shut my mouth.

“It isn’t about that,” he said.

“So what’s it about?”

“No one’s on you, but me.”

“I know, you said that, but if we?—”

In a surge, he sat up.

I again shut up.

“I’ll give you something,” he declared.

Oh God.

I hoped it was fingering me to an orgasm.

Then I could give him a handjob, something I was relatively certain I could do at the same time looking out for a bad guy so I could warn Mo so he could neutralize him before getting a bullet in his head.

That said, if his member was as big as the rest of him, that might not be possible, not because I’d have to concentrate, but because I’dwantto.

“I make you mine, officially,” he continued, “no one ever has you again, Lottie, but me.”

Chills slid over my skin at the same time my eyes got hot.

I never would have thought it, but what he said waswaybetter than any orgasm in the history of time.

And that answered my earlier question.

What I said was not too soon.

“Are you understanding me?” he asked.

“Yes, Mo,” I whispered.

I’d be his.

I’d be his to love (hopefully), treasure (hopefully)…

And protect.

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