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I smile, my cheeks flushing with pride. It’s ridiculous how much those two words mean to me, how they make my chest swell with a strange, giddy satisfaction. I did what he asked. I pleased him. And that feels… incredible.

I lean back against the seat, my body still trembling with aftershocks. My mind drifts, and I realize something that makes my heart skip a beat. I love this. I lovehim. Not just the sex, though that’s mind-blowing. I love the way he looks at me, like I’m the only thing that matters. I love the way he challenges me, pushes me out of my comfort zone. I love the way he makes me feel—seen, wanted,needed.

“Lanz,” I start, my voice soft, hesitant. I want to tell him. I want to say the words, to let him know how I feel. But before I can, the vibrator in my hand buzzes back to life, and all coherent thought flies out the window.

“Oh, God,” I moan, my body jerking as the vibrations start all over again. My hips buck against the seat, my fingers digging into the leather. “Lanz, please?—”

“Not yet,” he says, his voice dark and teasing. “We’re not done yet, Tyler. You’re going to keep going until I say stop.”

I whimper. The limo glides through the city streets, the world outside a blur of lights and shadows. Inside, it’s just me and Lanz’s voice, his commands, his control. I writhe and moan, my body on fire, my mind a haze of pleasure and need.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl. “You’re doing so well, Tyler. Just a little longer.”

I nod, between ragged gasps. My body feels like it’s on the edge of another orgasm, but I hold on, waiting for his command. The vibrations grow stronger, more intense, and I bite my lip to keep from screaming.

“Now,” he says, his voice firm. “Let go, Tyler.”

I do. The orgasm hits me like a freight train, my body convulsing, my voice breaking as I scream his name. The pleasure is overwhelming, all-consuming, and for a moment, I’m lost in it, completely and utterly his.

When I finally come back to myself, I’m panting, my body trembling, my skin slick with sweat. The vibrator falls from my hand, landing on the seat with a soft thud. I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck, but in the best possible way.

“Good girl,” Lanz murmurs, his voice warm and approving. “You did so well, Tyler. I’m proud of you.”

I smile, my cheeks flushing with pride. It’s ridiculous how much those two words mean to me, how they make my chest swell with a strange, giddy satisfaction. I did what he asked. I pleased him. And that feels… incredible.

I lean back against the seat, my body still trembling with aftershocks. My mind drifts, and I realize something that makes my heart skip a beat. I love this. I lovehim. Not just the sex, though that’s mind-blowing. I love the way he challenges me, pushes me out of my comfort zone. I love the way he makes me feel—seen, wanted,needed.

“Lanz,” I start, my voice soft, hesitant. I want to tell him. I want to say the words, to let him know how I feel. But before I can, the vibrator in my hand buzzes back to life, and all coherent thought flies out the window.

“Oh, God,” I moan, my body jerking as the vibrations start all over again. My hips buck against the seat, my fingers digging into the leather. “Lanz, please?—”

“Not yet,” he says, his voice dark and teasing. “We’re not done yet, Tyler. You’re going to keep going until I say stop.”

The limo glides along,, the world outside a blur of lights and shadows. Inside, it’s just me and Lanz’s voice, his commands, his control. I writhe and moan, my body on fire, my mind a haze of pleasure and need.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl. “You’re doing so well, Tyler. Just a little longer.”

I nod, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. My body feels like it’s on the edge of another orgasm, but I hold on, waiting for his command. The vibrations grow stronger, more intense, and I bite my lip to keep from screaming.

“Now,” he says, his voice firm. “Let go, Tyler.”

I do. The orgasm hits me like a freight train, my body convulsing, my voice breaking as I scream his name. The pleasure is overwhelming, all-consuming, and for a moment, I’m lost in it, completely and utterly his.

CHAPTER 18

LANZ

The elevator doors slide open as my private limo pulls into the garage. Perfect timing. My heart pounds as I stride toward the sleek black vehicle, already picturing Tyler inside.

"Welcome home, beautiful." I open the door and my breath catches.

Tyler sprawls across the leather seat, chest heaving, skin flushed and glistening. The red lace lingerie I chose clings to her curves. Her eyes flutter open, glazed with pleasure.

"Lanz..." Her voice comes out as a whimper that shoots straight through me.

Something shifts in my chest as I drink in the sight of her - vulnerable, trusting, mine. The realization hits like a physical blow. I love her. The depth of feeling terrifies me more than any battlefield.

"You look perfect." I keep my voice steady despite the emotion threatening to overwhelm me. Now isn't the time to burden her with declarations that could destroy us both.

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