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I felt a slight flutter deep in the pit of my stomach as a shiver of desire went through me.

I’d squirmed in my seat in the restaurant when he said he wanted to control every aspect of me. I couldn’t believe he was proposing to give me what I’d asked for, but there was also the risk of my heart smashing into pieces if it got too heavy, and he walked away.

Colt was my dream man. He kept me on my toes and was so intelligent I sometimes struggled to keep up with him. No man had ever made me feel like I could take on the world except Colt. The thought of us being nothing made my throat burn and feel like half of me had been ripped away.

At least I’d get this part of him, even if we may have been on borrowed time.

I couldn’t help admitting I was curious about the things he told me in the restaurant. If I was honest with myself, I liked the idea of Colt taking control of me. Plus, he’d given me the option to stop at any time.

That had to count for something, surely?

What if this could be the start of something special?

Colt pulled away slightly and nipped my bottom lip. “Is this what you want, Freya? You’ve gotta tell me.”

Studying the face that had haunted my dreams since I was fifteen, I concentrated on the blood rushing through my veins and the buoyant feeling in my chest. Colt made me feel things I’d never experienced before. He made me excited to be alive.

A smile curved my lips, probably the first genuine one I’d felt in years. “Yes.”

His shoulders slumped with what appeared to be relief. “I’m sorry I got angry, baby. You drive me fuckin’ crazy.” His hand slid down to rub my pussy outside my clothes. “Has any man touched you here at all?”

Cheeks on fire, I shook my head, too ashamed to speak. The only person who’d ever touched me was me.

“Look at you,” he said thickly. “The minute I touch this pussy, I’m breakin’ all the rules. Do you like the thought of that, Princess? You wanna be bad with me?”

My pussy clenched at the mere thought of the forbidden shit I wanted us to do. Biting my lip, I nodded.

“I’ll break every rule for you, Freya, every law in the land ‘cause you saved all of it for me. I can’t give you the same, baby, but I can promise from now on, everything I am belongs to you. Do you understand?”

My heart overflowed with emotion. “Yes.”

“Good,” he rumbled. “Now, be a good girl and get in the shower.”

My heart jumped, and my eyes widened. “Are you staying tonight?”

A sexy grin spread over Colt’s face. “Yeah.” He slid the hidden zipper at the back of my dress down and pushed it off my body until I stood in just my red panties and shoes.

I shivered, self-consciously crossing my arms across my chest.

Slowly kneeling, he unfastened my heels, lifting my feet to remove them. “We’re not goin’ all the way tonight, baby,” he said huskily, brushing against my body as he stood to his full height. “Tonight, I’m gonna feast on your beautiful body, and you’re gonna blow me. You ever done that before?”

I shook my head nervously.

Colt’s smile widened. “Gonna have the time of my damned life teachin’ you how to give head.” He nodded toward the shower. “Get in. I’ll join you in a minute.”

Almost dazed, I hurried into the bathroom, shimmied out of my panties, and turned the shower on, waiting for the water to heat. My mind raced with thoughts of Colt, wondering how it all went from zero to a hundred.

After ten years of waiting, I’d finally gotten my reward.

I knew at fourteen how Colt didn’t look at me as anything but a little girl, almost a sister. For years, our relationship stayed platonic. I was too young for him to see romantically, and I knew it would be years until things changed. But I always kept the faith. I always believed in him.

In a way, I’d molded myself into Colt’s ideal woman, watching and learning about what he valued in the opposite sex. It was apparent he liked intelligence first and foremost. He usually went for naturally pretty girls, though he also liked a woman who could dress up and turn heads.

God only knew how Lucy had snared him. Over time, she came across as more and more fake, not just in her appearance but also in her personality.

I stepped into the shower, trying to ignore the ache in my chest that expanded every time Lucy’s name was mentioned. Colt chose her almost a year ago and left me out in the cold. He preferred her over me back then, and it hurt so much that I stopped visiting home. Although my heart swelled with everything Colt offered, I couldn’t help wondering why he’d changed his mind.

He’d told me he’d end things with Lucy—thank God—but I didn’t want us to do anything sexual until he’d told her it was over. Even us kissing was a mistake, but he took me by surprise.

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