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  “It was perfect.” I turn my head to the side and kiss his palm, wanting him to know I mean it. “Just a little sore, but it was worth it.”

  I’m not sure how the man could be gentler with me. In fact, I liked it when he went a little rough with me in bed. The things he said, the things he’d made me say…it made me feel freaking sexy. A feeling I’m not used to. But he makes me feel that way.

  “I’ll make sure all of it’s worth it.” He places another soft kiss on my lips. His words seem to be about more than this moment, but he pulls away to turn on the shower and drags me in with him. Sean lets the water hit him first until he gets it to the temperature he likes. Then he pulls me under with him.

  He takes his time washing every inch of me. I cringe a little when he drops to his knees and starts washing my stomach and hips, the places on my body I’m most self-conscious of. Washing the soap away, he starts trailing open-mouthed kisses all over my belly and my hips before going lower.

  He slowly pushes me back until I’m against the shower wall. My breathing picks up as he stares right at my pussy.

  “I’m going to show you how good I’ll make you feel every day.” He licks his lips, his intent clear.

  “Every day?” I moan, just thinking about what he’s going to do. Put his mouth there. Holy shit. I close my eyes, dropping my head back, nervous and excited.

  “Every fucking day,” he confirms. His face goes right between my legs as one hand locks onto my hip. His other hand grabs my leg, throwing it over his shoulder as his mouth attacks me.

  He doesn’t tease; he goes straight for my clit, sucking it into his mouth. My hips jerk, but he keeps a firm hold on me.

  “Oh God, oh God,” I chant between moans, not able to put a thought together. His beard rubs along my inner thighs, and I’m sure there are going to be marks left behind.

  “Cum on my face, little fox. Show me how good I make you feel.” He sucks my clit back into his mouth again, and his words send me over the edge. My orgasm races through me, making me feel weightless. It’s not until a few moments later do I realize it’s because I’m back in his arms once again, cuddling into him.

  We stand there, letting the water run over us as we hold each other close. I have no idea how long we’re there, but I have no desire to leave, until I realize the water starts to run cold.

  “Come on, little fox. I need to feed you. Don’t want my curves going anywhere.” He kisses me right under my ear, where he just whispered the words.

  “You like my curves?” I know he keeps implying it, but I want to hear him say it.

  “Like is putting it mildly.”

  I smile against his neck as he carries me out of the shower and places me on the bathroom counter. He grabs a towel and dries both of us off before wrapping the towel around his waist, hiding his very obvious erection from me. It’s then I remember he didn’t get off in the shower, too. I want to make him feel as good as he did me.

  “Let me take care of you.” I can’t look at him when I say the words, but I reach for the towel. He stops me, grabbing my wrist with one hand and putting his finger under my chin to make me look up at him.

  “You already did. But my cock just can’t seem to go down when you’re naked. Hell, when you're breathing.”

  “But…” I don’t understand what he means.

  Releasing my wrist, he takes a step towards me, crowding me on the counter. He makes no move to touch me, but he places his hands on either side of me, caging me in. His smell invades my senses, making it hard to think.

  “Oh, I came eating your sweet cunt.” He leans in a little more, his mouth just a breath from mine. “My woman is so fucking sexy and tastes so fucking good, I came just from eating her pussy.”

  His words send a rush of desire through me, making my vagina clench.

  “Oh, Jesus.”

  “I’m never going to get enough of you. Never going to let you go.” His eyes are so intense, I believe him. I should be running because of how fast this is happening, but all I can do is close the sliver of distance between our mouths, my fingers latching behind his neck, never wanting to let go.

  The kiss goes on and on before Sean finally pulls away.

  “Got to stop, baby. I want you again, and I want to get you fed and give your pussy a little rest.”

  “Mmkay,” is all I can say, still in the kiss fog.

  He grabs my hips, pulling me off the counter before leading me back towards his room and over to a closet. He pulls out some clothes and hands me a dress.

  I pause. He has a dress in his closet? What the heck? I want to say something, but I stay motionless as he grabs himself something. When he turns around and sees my expression, he rushes to explain.

  “That’s for you, little fox. Only you. Never even had another person in the apartment. Only you,” he says earnestly.

  “But we just met…” Shit. Yesterday.

  “I’m always three steps ahead. It’s how I’m so good at my job, and I find with you I try to be even further ahead.”

  I don’t know what to say to that, so I just look down at the dress. It’s a simple navy-blue halter dress. I own a few like it. Checking the tag, I see that not only is it my size but it’s from my favorite store. I find I’m inclined to believe him.

  “Thank you.”

  “Again, don’t thank me for taking care of you.”

  “It’s a habit. And it’s the polite thing to do,” I counter.

  “Alright. How about when you want to thank me, you do it by telling me you’re mine or how much you want me.”

  I start laughing because that’s ridiculous, but the look on his face says he’s not joking. It makes me laugh even harder, and his brow furrows.

  He cracks a smile at me and lunges at me, scattering the clothes to the floor. I try to dodge him, but he’s quicker and he throws me onto the bed. I go to scramble away, still laughing, but again he’s much faster than me.

  His starts tickling me, making me laugh even harder, my whole body shaking.

  “Please, I can’t take anymore!”

  He keeps tickling me as both of us roll around and I try to get away from him. A clearly impossible task. I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard. Maybe never. Definitely not since I lost my grandma.

  “I’m yours! Totally yours! I swear it!” I finally scream, and he stops instantly. His big arms wrap around my body. It’s then I notice how we’re both naked again, his towel having been lost in his tickle attack.

  “Kiss me,” I say breathlessly. And he does, his mouth coming down on mine. After just a second, he pulls away too quickly, jumping off the bed and placing a good amount of distance between us.

  “Stop trying to seduce me, little fox.” He leans down, picking up the clothes he dropped. I take the chance to roll to my side, propping my head in my hand to enjoy the view. His tattoos cover not only his arms but most of his chest, too.

  “Like the view?”

  “I think anyone would.”

  “I’m not asking anyone. Don’t care what anyone thinks but you.”

  “Like is putting it mildly.” I use the same words he used for me earlier, making him smile.

  “That’s really good, baby, because this is the only naked man you’ll have for the rest of your life.”

  Once again I’m struck speechless. The man can’t go five minutes without reminding me I’m his and I’m going nowhere. He’s definitely making sure I know by the end of the weekend I’m his. Hell, I might already be there. There’s no reason for him to put on some show. I’m here and not going anywhere until he asks, and I’m starting to think he won’t.

  “Now I’m going to get dressed in the other room and start your breakfast, because I’m about to pounce on your sweet ass and I’ll never get you fed.”

  He walks out the room, giving me his ass to watch as he exits.

  I roll onto my back, looking up at the ceiling of the warehouse that has been turned into an apartment. Maybe it’s a condo. I’m
not really sure what it is.

  I almost feel like I’m dreaming.

  Not wanting to lie here and start second-guessing stuff, I pull myself from the bed and slip on the dress. I look around and spot my bag in the corner of the room.

  Thank you, Harper. That might be the first time I actually mean it when it comes to her. I pull my stuff out and use the bathroom to get ready for the day. I put on some light make-up, brush my teeth, and pull my hair into a ponytail.

  I stop and study myself in the mirror. Even after getting ready, I still look well loved. My lips are a little swollen, and I swear I’m almost glowing. I can still feel the marks Sean’s beard left on the insides of my thighs.

  No wonder Harper was always doing the sex, because this is amazing!

  Following the smell of bacon, I make my way through the warehouse slowly, taking it in as I go, wanting to learn more about Sean because I don’t really know much. Except that he’s crazy good with his mouth. In all ways.

  There isn’t much to the place. Everything is really bare and furnished with just the essentials. The walls are brick and stark. There are no decorations of any kind—no paintings, no photos, no ornaments. Simple black furniture and nothing more.

  “How many pancakes, baby?” I pull my eyes over to the kitchen where Sean is watching me. He’s got on a pair of jeans but has yet to put on a shirt. His body is really a piece of art. He’s broadly built, but it looks natural. It doesn’t seem like he spends hours in the gym.

  “A few should be good.” He goes to pouring the batter into the skillet before flipping the bacon. I move towards him, taking a seat at the breakfast bar. It looks like the area that should be the dining room is also empty. No table or anything. Just the breakfast bar to eat at.

  “Kind of bare around here.”

  “I’m a simple man.” He turns to look at me from the stove. “The new place you can do up however you like. I seem to want a home now. This is just a place I sleep. I didn’t need or want more from it.”

  “New place? You’re moving?” I don’t ask about him wanting me to decorate his place. I’ll leave that one for now. Or why he suddenly wants a home and not just a place to lay his head. The way he says it made it pretty clear I was the reason for that. It makes my insides warm, but I don’t want to read too much into it.

  “Yeah. I think you’ll like it.” Sean makes his way over to the fridge, grabbing some orange juice and pouring me a glass, setting it in front of me.

  “Where is it?” I hope it’s close to the train and not too far from my place. I’d hate for him to move somewhere that would be hard for me to get to if we’re going to keep seeing each other. And all signs point to a solid yes that we are.

  “Don’t want to ruin the surprise. You’ll see soon enough.” He grabs a plate, puts some bacon on it, and places it in front of me. I grab a piece and take a bite.

  “Is it closer to your work?”

  “You could say that. I plan on retiring soon.”

  “But you're only, like…” Shit, I don’t even know how old he is. Wow. How is that even possible? This man is imprinted into my skin, and I don’t know anything about it. He must read the look on my face.

  “Thirty-five.” He places the cooked pancakes onto a plate and brings them over to where I’m sitting. He takes the seat next to me. He swirls the chair so I’m facing him.

  “We have all the time in the world for us to get to know each other, and we will. One question at a time, but I think we know the important stuff. More than what we do for a living or in our spare time. We know we fit. All the other shit will come.”

  He reaches for my ponytail and pulls out the elastic, letting my hair fall all around my face. “For instance, I love when you wear your hair down.” He grabs a lock of it and brings it to his nose like he’s smelling it, and maybe he is. “Makes me want to bury my face in it. I can’t tell you how much I loved sleeping with my face buried in it last night.”

  “You say the sweetest stuff to me. I swear you’re too good to be true.” Something flashes across his face—it looks almost like guilt—but it’s gone so quickly I’m not even sure it was ever there.

  “Told you. By the end of the weekend.”

  “I might already be there,” I whisper, dropping my eyes to my hands in my lap.

  He growls at my words, making my eyes pop back to his.

  “Keep talking like that and I’m going to drag you back to bed.”

  “I kind of like that idea.”

  “Eat. Then we’re getting out of here for a few hours before I fuck you on every available surface in this place, making it impossible for you to walk for a few days.”

  He swirls my chair so I’m facing my plate.

  “Where are we going?”

  “I thought we could go down to Navy Pier and spend the day there.”

  “I’ve always wanted to do that!”

  “I know. And I’ll always give you everything you want.”

  Chapter 14

  Sean

  As soon as we walk in the door, I’m on her.

  I grab Tessa by the waist and kick the front door closed with my boot before carrying her over to the couch. I don’t have patience to take her all the way back to the bed, so this will have to do. I set her on the couch and kneel in front of her, pulling at our clothes.

  “I need to be inside you,” I say, quickly putting my lips back on her.

  Her hands go to my shirt, and it’s clear both of us are beyond needing one another. As she pulls my shirt from my body, I tug her dress down, exposing her tits. Her hard nipples point at me for half a second before my mouth is on her.

  Reaching between us, I unbuckle my belt and hurriedly take out my cock. I move my mouth to hers. I don’t break our kiss as I push up her dress and pull her panties to the side. I thrust deep inside her, hard and fast, as I swallow her moans.

  She’s soaking wet as I easily slide in and out of her. Her ass is perched on the edge of the couch, a perfect height for me as I kneel in front of her. I grip her hips tightly, holding her in place, giving her every thick inch of me.

  Breaking the kiss, I lean back a little to watch her tits bounce as I fuck her. “Pull your dress up, Tessa. I want you to watch.”

  Her hands move down to where we are connected, pulling the material up and out of the way. Her eyes lock on where I’m penetrating her, my cock slick with her juices. It’s not like this morning when I was covered in her sweet virgin blood. It’s even better now because she can take me anytime I want without my having to break her barrier.

  Her fingers slowly make their way to where we are joined, touching my cock as it slides in and out of her. Every time I pull out, her hand slides down to cup my balls. They’re sticky from her horny juices running down between us, and they make a smacking sound with every stroke.

  She groans with desire as she watches us fuck. My cock is being squeezed tightly by her clenches. I need to cum insider her, now.

  “Play with your clit, little fox. I want to see you get off. Your pussy’s milking my cum from me. Planting it deep inside you.”

  Her delicate fingers start to rub her button as I hold her hips tightly, moving in and out of her.

  All day she’s had me on edge. Her little playful giggles and touches drove me insane as I held her to me and secretly rubbed my palm across her ass. Sometimes I pulled her chest to mine so I could feel her big tits pressed against me, feel her soft body molding to mine as she sat in my lap as we looked out on the water. It was enough to have my cock painful with need all fucking day. And now I need relief. I never had a need for sex; I did not understand a lot of men’s drive for it but now I am getting it. I gave that shit up easy years and years ago. I didn’t want the hassle of it, but I could never give this up. Her up.

  “Tell me, Tessa. Say the words.”

  She moans, looking up to me, locking her eyes with mine. “I need you, Sean. I want you. Only you.”

  I lean down and suck her nipple into my mouth, lovi
ng the sound of my name on her lips. She’s wound tight with need, and when I graze my teeth across her nipple, it’s enough to send her over the edge.

  Her cunt pulses around me, and I feel her womb opening up for me. I hold her still as I sit up and thrust deeply, adjusting my angle. I want to be right against her cervix. I’ll breed her before this weekend is over. I have to.

  I won’t take any chances of her trying to get away from me, and binding her to me is the only way to ensure it. I want her bred to make her mine.

  Feeling my orgasm draw up from my balls and out of my shaft, I pump her full of my seed, her fertile body welcoming me.

  We are both gasping for air as we come down from our high, my jeans still around my ass and her dress bunched around her waist.

  I kiss her lips softly as I cup her face with gentle hands. I brush her cheeks with my thumbs as she smiles at me.

  “I had a wonderful day, Sean. Thank you.”

  “What did I say about that?” I warn, raising an eyebrow.

  She kisses my lips and whispers against them. “I’m yours.”

  My cock throbs inside her, and I reach around her body, scooping her up and carrying her down the hall. Each step causes my cock to drive deeper inside her, and our combined cum leaks between us.

  When I get to the edge of the bed, I grab a pillow and position it in the middle of the mattress. I keep us connected as I lay her back, placing the pillow behind her hips so they’re tilted up. I want my cum to stay inside her, and this way it won’t run out.

  I can take her like this, or turn her over and take her from behind, her hips still in the perfect position to be bred.

  I pull her dress up and over her head. I want her completely naked under me and looking into my eyes as I fuck her.

  I don’t pull out of her as I kick off my boots and jeans. My motions only make her clench around me, loving our connection.