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“Desperately.”

“What about your shoots? I don’t want to interfere?—”

“We’re together now. Did you really believe I would continue?”

“Well—”

“I wouldn’t do that to you—to us. I’m not interested in sleeping with other women or recording videos. You’re all I want.”

She can chalk it up to the shower all she wants, but her eyes gloss over. “You’d give up your career for me?”

“I’d give my life for you.”

“Theo.” She sniffles and presses her palms into her eyes. “I don’t want to burden?—”

Taking her hands in mine, I pull them to my chest so she looks at me. “You are not a burden,” I say with a level tone. “Don’t you see? You never were. Not when we were kids and certainly not now. You deserve far more than you give yourselfcredit for, and I will do everything I can to give you everything and more.”

“You mean the world to me.”

“You’re my world.” I brush away the water from her face and offer her a warm smile. “I can’t fathom the idea of losing you.”

From the day we first met in WoSaF, she became the center of my universe. When we met in history class, I swore the universe had a plan up its sleeve. She didn’t leave me when I started recording myself fucking other women on camera. Instead, she helped me come up with a plan to avoid contracting STIs and STDs.

Wren has always been there.

This woman before me makes my heart swell. The blood in my veins races through my body at the sound of her name. She is everything good in this world, and she’s mine. She’s finally mine.

“Stay with me.” I plead with her, curling my hand around the base of her neck, willing her to understand how desperately I need her. “Don’t go back to your apartment.”

“Really?” she whispers.

“Really. I want you here with me. I want to wake up next to you every morning. I want to see you in the kitchen singing Taylor Swift and dancing in those short shorts.” She laughs softly as I continue. “I want you in my clothes and to watch cartoons with you during dinner. I want this, baby. I want you.”

“I’d love to,” she says with a wide smile.

My stomach flips, and the smile that spreads across my face doesn’t begin to describe how I’m feeling. This is the epitome of happiness.

“You’ll stay?” I ask, needing to hear it again.

“Yes—”

I cut her off with a series of kisses, and she giggles against me, as I trail my lips down her neck to suck on her pulse point, and she moans.

I lift her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist, her core flush against my lower stomach. She grinds against me, seeking pressure to relieve the ache we’re both feeling. I turn off the water and make quick work of carrying her to the bed, refusing to stop kissing her luscious lips.

The air conditioner sends goose bumps over my arms, but I won’t be cold for long. Placing Wren on the mattress, she scoots back until her head is on the pillows. Her legs wrap around my waist again, pulling me closer, but before the tip of my cock rubs against her entrance, I stop and reach for the item that started all this.

“I need you to do something for me,” I murmur.

“Anything,” she moans, trying to kiss me.

“I want to watch you make yourself come,” I say, showing her the vibrator.

Her lips tilt upward. “Let me guess. It’s already charged?”

“I may have plugged it in before joining you in the shower.” I press the button, and it rumbles to life. “Show me,” I whisper, trailing it down her stomach toward her clit.

Her fingers graze mine, and I happily pass it to her. Sitting on my heels, I watch as she places the vibrator exactly where she wants it.

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