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He looked up from behind his desk. No visible surprise, but I saw it in the flick of his eyes. The inhale he didn’t take all the way.
"Just came to say thank you," I said softly. "For the gym. For letting Brooks teach me. For the space."
He studied me like he was trying to figure out what I really came for.
I walked to him. Slowly. Let him look.
I didn’t kneel. Didn’t shrink. But I offered him something anyway.
"I wanted togive you something. Not all of me. I’m not losing myself. But this? Us? This is mine too."
Something shifted in his jaw. His eyes dropped to my bare arms, still slick from sweat, then to my mouth.
He stood. Crossed to me without a word. And lifted me like I weighed nothing.
Chapter eighty-three
Grayson, Tuesday 07:30 a.m.
The heat of the water fogged everything. Glass. Skin. Thought.
Her back pressed against the shower tile, slick and flushed, legs locked around my waist. She wouldn’t let me put a single inch of space between us.
My hand gripped the curve of her ass as I drove into her. Deep. Slow. Drawn out.
She moaned, nails biting into my shoulders, breath catching with every thrust. She was relearning how to breathe.
I kissed along her neck, dragged my mouth to her ear, and murmured low, just for her.
"Ever had anyone here, little fawn?"
Her breath hitched.
"Here?" She sounded dazed.
I gave her a deliberate thrust, fingers tightening on her ass, sliding lower with intent.
"In this tight little hole."
She went still, eyes wide, mouth parted. Not afraid. Not hesitant. Just startled I asked.
She swallowed hard.
"Only a bullet vibrator," she whispered, voice ragged. "Nothing even close to… you."
The sound of it lit something feral in me.
She hadn’t trusted anyone with that. Hadn’t given it. Barely touched the thought herself. But she told me. She gave me the truth.
I rocked into her, slow and punishing, keeping her pinned.
"That’s mine then," I growled against her throat. "You understand? No one else gets that. No one else even thinks about it."
Her whimper wasn’t fear. It was the weight of it. Of being claimed. Of being kept.
I kissed her again, deeper this time, letting her feel every ounce of control I hadn’t given away.
Control I would give.
