Page 205 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“You’re not a dropou—” I lose my breath as he delivers the first ten in rapid succession.

“Bunny.”

“Yes.”

“I love you, and I love your little gasps, but you gotta count for me, girl, or I’ll have to start over.” His palm connects with my bottom again.

“Eleven!” I squeal, then I cry out in surprise when I’m lifted, carried across the room, and thrown on the bed.

Stephan towers over me, God-like, wolf-like. Mine. He pulls his T-shirt over his head, displaying his chiseled upper body and all the intricate tattoos, then pulls off his jeans.

Watching him get naked, I squirm out of my dress and kick off the cowboy boots I had matched it with, then I beckon him to come closer.

He lets his gaze roam my body, then he’s on me in the next instant. “Twelve can wait. I can’t.”

Spreading my legs, he positions himself, holds for a moment until our eyes are locked, then he’s inside me in one thrust, mumbling words of love and eternity, of never letting go and of making up for the past.

I don’t need that many words.

“I love you, Stephan Kirby. I’m here now.”

It’s us. It will always be us. Fate brought us here, or perhaps someone was looking out for us. We’ll never know, but we’ll treasure this gift forever. Together.

THE END

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