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This was next level, but whatever chemicals that orgasm must have released, made me not care.

Truth, I felt safe, cared for, so much so I took that nightgown without a protest, then let him tuck me into bed next to that giant teddy without a second thought about what it all meant.

Forgive me, former edgy Katrina who felt at home in black and thought she knew it all.

I liked this, and for now that would have to be enough.

“I’m going to let your bottom recover for the night," he said. "But tomorrow, I’m going to introduce you to... something new.”

I squinted, inspecting every hard angle of his face, trying to get some hint of what was in store. “Jesse…”

“Daddy. Not Jesse anymore, baby. I’ll keep reminding you, but eventually I’m going to start reminding you in other ways.Fair warning.” He gave me a look, and it took all the fight from me.

I puffed out my cheeks and exhaled, leaving that battle for another day. All I really wanted was for him to lie down next to me, to feel the hard steel of his frame and his long arms around my waist as I drifted off to sleep.

So I gathered my courage, and for the first time in such a long time, I asked for what I wanted.

“Lay down with me.”

He grinned, his dark eyes gleaming as he basked in the glory of that word.

“Scoot over.” He looped his long arm around my waist and wiggled himself behind me, kissing my neck as I shifted my hips backward onto his crotch. “You keep that up, we’re going to be right back where we started, and I don't think that's what you need right now. I think you need to take a break."

I sighed, wriggling still, and he chuckled.

"You’re going to be pretty sore, baby. I was none too gentle with you.”

“It’s okay. I liked it. A lot.”

“Yeah? Me too. Now, shhh. You need to sleep, and I need to go to work.”

“What? You haven’t even slept!”

“Military training, baby girl. I can go days with no sleep. But not you. I’ll be home by 2. You won’t even know I’m gone.”

“What about me? If we're talking about work... Shouldn’t I go to work too?”

“No. You don’t work there anymore. I only had you around that bar so I could keep eyes on you, but now things are different. You’re done worrying, little girl. Just sleep.”

He rubbed my back and my hair until the tiny white sheep danced in my head.

Jesse was sound asleep next to me when I woke up. There was a deep throbbing down inside my body from the toasting of my cherry. Even so, all I could think of was doing it again.

And again.

I winced as I tried to quietly climb out of the bed without waking him.

“Where you going?” His voice rumbled from deep in his chest, his eyes not even opening as his body stayed still as a statue. "I don’t ever really sleep, Kitty Kat. You'd better get used to that."

He was so perfect laying there, his body longer than the bed and his t-shirt stretched deliciously over the indents and protrusions of his muscular body.

I stifled a laugh at his words.

“I’m just going to take another shower. I want the warmth. I want a minute to think.”

“You want me to help?”

I thought about that for a moment. “No.”