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Ansel

We ended up spending the night on the couch because I refused to turn Regina loose. I didn’t go to work because I wouldn’t let her out of my sight.

After breakfast, I followed her around the house like a stalker, genuinely concerned about her state-of-mind. Countless times she’d repeated that she was fine, but I didn’t believe her until the light returned to her eyes, the warm smile returned to her face, and the sparks of lust that ignited her body when my gaze fell upon her, started to flicker.

I wasn’t a sentimental person. Therefore, I didn’t know what I was supposed to do for Regina other than be there for her. Her revelation yesterday had ripped my brain apart and squeezed my heart into a tight wad that I couldn’t uncrumple. Neither of us mentioned her story because I got the impression that she’d gotten it off her chest and was done with it.

While she read, I sat next to her on the couch and feigned interest in something on television.

“Ansel,” she called in a soft tone while reaching up to set her book reader on the coffee table.

Her soft hand rested on my forearm. The story allowed me to realize that I cared about Regina a hell of a lot more than I was willing to allow myself to believe. Her story, the jagged pieces she’d revealed, had burrowed so deeply that it stirred my dormant soul. If Sorio weren’t already dead, I’d find him and torture his ass every day for the rest of his life.

“Ansel,” Regina called once more.

“Yes.” I finally glanced her way.

“Can I kiss you?”

A deep crinkle fell into my forehead.

“What?” I asked, surprised by her request. I squinted. What was happening in that pretty head of hers?

My mind still hadn’t wrapped itself around what she’d divulged. Regina had taken my bombshell on the chin like a champ. However, it was the atomic bomb she’d dropped on me that kept my body bustling with tension. Now, she was asking to kiss me.

“You don’t let me kiss you or touch you unless it’s a command from my Dom.” I didn’t miss the teasing tone she’d used. The lines of our D/s relationship were blurred. Hell, she’d run an eraser straight up the middle of it. Those fucking normal days as she called them were sneaking their way into our lives whether I wanted them to or not.

“You said we could be regular people sometimes. So, can I kiss you?”

She was right, but her behavior confused the fuck out of me. I didn’t do normal, so I was about as lost as a man could be. I glanced at her, realizing something. Neither of us was normal by any stretch of the word. She was a doctor who’d been held captive and escaped her cartel family. I was an ex-military, gunrunning, serial killer with a knack for business. Her soft tone lulled my attention.

“I don’t want to think about him, Ansel. I don’t want to give him any more time than I already have. I needed to get it all out of my system, mend my past so my future would have a chance to heal,” she expressed like she’d been plugged into my thoughts. “Being around you has been my therapy. You make me forget. You make me forget about it all.”

Regina had my mind wandering all over the place. It had been a while since I’d had my mind blown because I’d never allowed myself to go this deep with anyone. This thing with Regina and me was soft, caring, and like she’d said, therapeutic. It was becoming way too fucking real and growing into something I was losing control of.

It was one of the reasons I’d gotten into this life in the first place. I wanted all the control. A quick deep breath blew past my lips. For Regina, I could give up some control.

“Okay, you can kiss me, but don’t think I’m switching. I’m no one’s fucking bottom.”

Her brow lifted, but she didn’t comment. She didn’t have a clue as to what I was talking about, and I don’t believe she cared. She rose onto her knees, and I assisted in pulling her over and onto my lap so that she straddled my thighs.

The smile she wore urged the tickle in my lips to spread into a grin even as I fought it, along with the rush of excitement she’d ignited within me. The fact that she’d accepted the craziest part of me still floored me. When she reached her palm out towards my face, I dodged her hand.

“Why won’t you let me touch you, Ansel?”

“Because I don’t like it, and you better do what I gave you permission to before I change my mind.”

A cheeky smile peeked. I believed she knew my tough words were the only armor of protection I had from her.

She leaned in, bringing her sweet warmth closer. Her big brown eyes locked with mine, and I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. The moment her soft lips covered mine, I was done for.

A flood of emotions hit me so hard I tugged her in before I’d even realized my arms had encircled her. Her hands swept past my shoulders and met at the back of my neck.

The couch grumbled under our movements as my body began to flow into the soft grooves and curves of hers. My dick stiffened and nudged the backside of her thigh, angling to find his way into paradise. The slide of her fingers against my skin, the weight of her warm body pressed into mine, and her invigorating scent worked as a team to feed my hunger for more.

My tongue flicked at her soft lips, urging her to share more of her delicious flavor. When she opened, I eased my tongue into her mouth and swallowed the soft moan she released.

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