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Not about to lose her, he lifted her up, pinning her against his body. He continued to kiss her senseless as he backed away from the bike and strode to the condo. He lifted her higher and she wrapped her legs around his hips. They broke apart for air, panting.

“Damn you, Monster.” Her voice quavered.

“I’ve been a damned long time, babe. You want to be more specific.”

“You make me want things.”

“Good, because they’re yours to take.”

Her eyes grew glossy. “Are they?”

“I could show you better than I could ever try to tell you. We both know words are for shit. I just need you to give me an opening, babe. I’ll do all the work.”

A heartbeat passed.

“Only for today?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“I want that.”

The certainty in her voice made him smile.

“Then that’s what you’ll get.” He supported her round ass with his forearm as he reached around her to enter the code into the touchpad. The buzzer sounded and the lock clicked. He pulled open the door and strode to his front door. Once inside, he pressed her back against the front door and lowered his lips to hers.

Symone leaned back and nipped his bottom lip.

He growled at her slight display of dominance.

Her muscles tensed. “You don’t like that?” she whispered.

Her wide-eyed expression pained him. “I love any marking you want to place on me, babe.”

“You do?”

“This ownership thing works both ways. You’re mine, but I’m yours. I need you to understand. You have the power here. If you’re not happy, I can’t be.”

“Why?”

“I told you. For me you’re everything.”

“How is that possible?”

“From the minute I laid eyes on you, I knew you were my chance for happiness. Real happiness, not a settle for bullshit, but real joy. You’re precious as fuck to me. You think I go around spilling my guts like a bucket that cant’ hold water to everyone? Fuck no. But for you, for a chance at this, I will put myself out there.”

“And what if I can’t live up to this image of perfection you’ve built up? I’m not a woman to be placed on the pedestal, believe me.”

“Bullshit. That’s not you talking. That’s whoever fucked up your head space. All you have to do is let me in and hold on to this with me. I can’t do it alone. Put just a little faith in me and I will show you this is what’s right for both of us.”

“Why?” She shoved at his chest. “Why is this right for me?”

He set her down and took a half a step backward.

“You want some real live sex doll? Is that what you want?”

“No. I want the women hidden behind those walls and a shitty past. I know hurt. It sours you and makes you defensive. You think all you have is you and trusting anyone could be your downfall. You need me, because I won’t let you push me away or disparage yourself. I see what you can’t.”

She paused in front of the door, shaking her head.


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