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I needed to give his words back to him; therefore, I said, “It’s only been you since my sophomore year of college.”

He pressed a kiss to my lips, inhaled, and then I heard him sigh, “Don’t tell me anything more. Alright?”

I nodded, then I said, “Alright.”

And then his tongue moved over my clit, circling it.

Teasing it.

His fingers moved, one finger, two, three, and then he was working them in tandem with his tongue.

My hips bucked, wanting to get closer.

Needing everything he had to give, I moaned, “Xander.”

He chuckled softly against my pussy.

And then he did something with his tongue that had my back arching.

And then he did it again.

And again.

And again.

And that was all it took to light my entire body on fire.

I clenched the sheets in my hands as my body quaked.

He moved then.

Moving up my body, trailing kisses as he moved.

And then.... with his face right there above mine, I caught it.

That softness.

Oh, my sweet Xander.

“To be clear, the moment I enter you, you're not leaving me again. Is that clear?”

I nodded, “It’s clear, honey.”

“Promise you. Swear to you. I won’t ever give you a reason to want to leave me.”

I nodded, “Keep that promise to me, honey, always.”

He winked.

Then he moved his face and buried it against my neck, and softly he whispered, “Fucking home,” as he pushed his cock inside of me.

I smiled, “I’m home.”

His body softened above mine.

Then he pulled his face away, locked those caramel-colored eyes with mine, and whispered, “Didn’t mean that you were home, baby. Meant that you are my home.”

At his words, everything in my body melted.

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