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“I’ll grow it out for you if you want me to,” Bronson said as he whispered against my skin.

At the way his words played over my skin, I got goosebumps, the best kind.

I shook my head, “No. But thank you.”

His head lifted only far enough so he could lock his eyes with mine. “You sure?”

I nodded, “Yeah, it was your bald head that drew me in.”

“So, in other words, you get drawn in by Mr. Clean?” he teased.

I winked, “Well, since I’m looking up at him... then... yeah.” I teased back.

He growled, “Is that right?”

I snickered, “Oh yeah, Mr. Clean. Think I’ll change your name in my phone.”

He narrowed his eyes at me, “For your information, Mr. Clean couldn’t help but look this good.”

I let my eyes trail over his body and let every inch of it gather into the forefront of my mind, and I nodded shamelessly.

He smirked.

The bastard.

Then he pulled out of me and slammed into me over and over.

And when I came, he followed me.

***

We were tangled in my sheets.

My hair was sticking to my body.

His body was sweaty, pressed against mine.

But I loved it.

My head was resting over his heart as we both breathed deeply.

“Don’t ever tell me about anyone who came before me. Okay?” he asked.

I nodded, but asked, “Why?”

“Cause I’ll hunt them down and murder them. I. Don’t. Fucking. Share.”

I grinned, and then his stomach rumbled.

I giggled.

“Think that’s funny, do you?” He asked.

I nodded, then pressed a kiss right over his heart.

“Oh yes.” I teased.

He growled, “Then feed me and I’ll show you funny.”