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“I don’t need to be watched over,” she said. “Maybe if we were having sex I would have let you stay longer.”

She lifted her chin as she said that and he choked on his bite of food.

“You’re not ready,” he said.

“There is nothing wrong with my lady parts other than they are damn lonely and only being teased by having you near me.”

He burst out laughing. “That’s funny.”

She didn’t find it so. “I’m not laughing.”

“I see that,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“There are ways for you not to hurt my arm,” she said sarcastically.

“Really?” he asked. “If you’re on top in bed, you need to lean on your arm or if you lose your balance you might land on it.”

“No one says that is the only position,” she said. “I expected better of you. We’ve done enough of them.”

He snorted. “If you’re on your back, I might land on you. You tire me out. I lose brain cells. I could make your shoulder worse.”

“Now you’re just trying to compliment my ability. It’s not working.”

He winked and shrugged. “It was worth a try.”

“Your try failed. Finish your dinner and then I’m going to show you what we are going to do because I’m tired of waiting for you to make a move. I’ve had a lot of time to think this out, and trust me, nothing is going to be sore afterward other than what is between your legs.”

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No man has ever said no to sex when it was phrased like Daphne just did.

He’d be an idiot to fight it any longer and his mama didn’t raise a fool!

They ate dinner fast, or he did. Then he started to clean it up with her.

Not because he wanted to do it for her, but the faster it was done, the sooner he’d see her naked.

He just had to be mindful of her arm. But she said she had it and he was going to believe her.

“Where do you want me?” he asked, his hands up in the air. “I’m all yours. Just direct me to what you want.”

She closed one eye at him. “Don’t be cute.”

“I can’t help the way my mother made me,” he said, smirking.

She rolled her eyes. “Go sit in the chair,” she said.

“Oh...” he said. “That’s a new one.”

“If you don’t zip it you can go home with blue balls for all I care. My right hand knows how to take care of myself.”

The laughter in her eyes told him she’d do exactly what she’d just said.

He put his fingers to his lips and pulled an imaginary zipper closed.

Walking over to the chair, he flopped down and had his legs out in front of him.

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