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“Bash,” she chokes out, the tears falling freely.

I slide my hand from her stomach to her back, pulling her to me.

“I love you, Sutton St. James, you and little princess. I want you to be mine, for real, forever.”

She blinks up at me, seemingly at a loss for words.

“I want to be yours,” she finally says. “We want to be yours.”

Fuck, yes.

I lean down and kiss her. When she breaks the embrace, her eyes are hooded and filled with desire. I’m sure mine look the same. I just want to pick her up and carry her to my bed, our bed, and make love to her.

She wraps her arms around me. “I love you, Sebastian Henderson.”

“Fucckkk. I like hearing you say that.” I draw her closer to me, loving the feel of her tucked against me.

“Now what?”

“Now, I take you into my bedroom, our bedroom, and make love to you.”

“I’d like that very much.”

“And then I think you should move the rest of your stuff into our bedroom.” I lift her up, bridal style.

“Seriously?” she asks, peering up at me.

“Yep.” I lean down and kiss her. “Please.”

“Okay,” she says as I carry her across the condo and into my room.

I shut the door behind me. The last thing I want is the cats coming in when we’re in the middle of having sex. They’ve grown on me, but no way do I want one or both of them watching as I make love to Sutton, and I’m sure she doesn’t want that either.

I set her gently down on her feet and kiss her quickly before stepping back.

“Strip,” I demand, yanking my shirt off with one hand before shoving down my shorts and boxers.

She lets out a dreamy sigh before taking off her shirt and pants. My hand falls to my cock, hard and wanting. I stroke myself a few times as she takes off the rest of her clothes.

She’s gorgeous, absolutely glowing, and her belly, fuck, it does something to me. My dick gets even harder as I take her in.

“You’re beautiful, love,” I tell her, letting go of my dick and kissing her belly.

“Thank you,” she whispers. She grips my cock. “Now, I need this inside of me, please.”

“It needs to be inside of you.”

She crawls onto the bed. My eyes flare, and I get harder at the sight of her on her hands and knees.

“Stop,” I say, and she pauses, peeking back at me. “Can I take you like this?” I clutch her hip with one hand while skating the other around to touch her belly. “Do you think you’d be comfortable?”

“You want to take me from behind.” She wiggles her ass.

“Only if you’re going to be comfortable.” I reach between her legs, growling at the wetness I find. I stroke a finger lazily in and out of her.

“Do it.” Her hips meet me stroke for stroke.

“Do what, love?” I lean forward and trail kisses along her back.