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Not when I was still naked and lying in his arms, and not when he was still touching me so intimately. Not when he knew how I looked naked, and not when I…

I wanted him to touch me like this again.

My breath finally evened out a bit before I dared peek open my eyes at him, only to find those cerulean blues already on me.

Wordlessly, he leaned forward and kissed me. I didn’t turn away from him like I should. I kept my eyes open and held still as he explored my lips gently. Almost as if this was the first time he had ever kissed a woman, and he wanted to take his time. To savor the taste.

His tongue pressed lazily against mine. Only a hum of desperation was evident between us, but it was enough for me to feel it… to crave it.

“You taste like heaven,” he said, the hand that was cupping my pussy moving languidly against me. His thumb found my clit, and he pressed on it, causing a small whimper to escape my lips.

“Mine,” he snapped, his lips only a millimeter from my own.

I stubbornly shook my head.

He slapped my pussy. “Mine.”

I gasped and arched from the pain and the sudden sharp arousal that followed. “No,” I cried, struggling in his arms. I couldn’t belong to him. I couldn’t.

He slapped my pussy again. “Yes,” he growled. “Mine.”

My pussy lips quivered, and I felt a tingly sensation there that wasn’t unfamiliar.

“No,” I said stubbornly, trying to close my legs.

He slapped me three more times before he rubbed his fingers in circles over my clit.

I shot off again.

“Oh, God,” I said when I felt him squeeze me.

He leaned down until his lips grazed my skin. “You can deny all you want, but your pussy knows who owns it, and pretty soon, my sweet girl, you will, too.”

I felt him smile against me, and he pressed another quick kiss against my lips. He pulled both his hands and mouth from me.

I missed his heat instantly. Not that I would tell him that. Something about not having him pressed against me suddenly made me feel vulnerable. And I hated the feeling so much at that moment that I didn’t know what to do with myself.

He climbed off the bed and looked over at me. I resisted the urge to cover my naked body from his view, though it was probably a moot point by now.

I swallowed when he licked his lips.

He held out his hand to me, and I stared at it for a moment, confused, before I realized what he wanted.

Slowly, I placed my hand in his large, warm one and let him help me up from the bed.

He brought me to the bathroom and placed a toothbrush in my hand.

He kissed my temple affectionately, confusing me further, as he said, “Get ready for the day.”

“Wait,” I said, avoiding my reflection in the mirror. “I’m naked.”

His eyes twinkled. “So you are.”

I shifted on my feet. “I need clothes.”

“Brush your teeth first.”

I shook my head, a tinge of annoyance making its way through me. I glared up at him. “I need clothes.”

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