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We stay there, locked in embrace, genitals connected, orgasmic juices mixing. I have no choice in the matter, my thighs sinking down to slide astride him, his big palm reaching down to cup my cheeks in one great grasp.

Chapter Sixteen

Maybe I was tired afterall. I must have fallen asleep in his arms. I wake up in them too. I have no idea how many hours have passed, but his cocks have retracted and in their wake I am wet and messy, his seed drying on my inner thighs.

My pussy and my ass are both sensitive, but it is the good kind of sensitive, the sort that lets me know I’ve been well fucked and properly reclaimed.

“I hope I always wake up like this,” I mumble against his chest.

“You always will,” he assures me. “Like I said. Never letting you out of my sight again.”

“That could get weird,” I giggle.

“Life is weird.”

“Yes, it is,” I agree, propping my head up a little so I can look down at him. I could stare at his face for hours, just taking in all the lines and quirks of it. His eyes are magnetic and commanding, utterly astounding. I can’t believe I ever managed to forget someone like him. “Did we fall in love quickly, the first time we met?”

“I did,” he says, snugging me a little closer. “You, not so much. You just wanted to go home.”

“I did? Why the fuck did I want that?”

“Something to do with turning me in, I believe,” he smirks. “You thought it would be a turning point in your career.”

“Well, that was stupid of me.”

“I don’t know,” he says generously. “You had been ripped away from everything you knew, and you were frightened.”

“Of you?”

“Of a great many things, I think.”

“I was a pussy before I lost my memory,” I sigh.

“No, you very much weren’t,” he corrects me. “You were trouble.”

“I was? What did I do?” I slide off his chest and sit up on the bed next to him as he rises up next to me.

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