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“Babe. These fucking boots.”

She nodded, but I wasn’t sure she was really hearing a word I said. She was in a haze of lust, and fuck me if it wasn’t the sexiest thing on her.

I crossed the room and crowded her back against the island, loving the sound of the air whooshing from her lungs.

Yes. My baby was in a haze.

“Are you mine, baby girl?”

Her head jerked up and down. “Yes.”

My eyes closed, and my head went back.

Calm. Slow. Gentle.

There was no turning back now. I knew it down to my bones, but I wanted to be a good man for her.

Calm. Slow. Gentle.

Pulling in a breath, I opened my eyes and lowered my head. Joy was watching me closely. “You’re safe with me,” I vowed, putting both hands on the counter on either side of her hips, my body crowding around her.

“I know,” she whispered.

Fuck.

Savoring her trust in me, I trailed my hands down her back, over the curve of her ass, and lower. Then I fisted the hem of that skirt and yanked it up over her hips.

“Oh!” she breathed

“You’re so goddamn sexy,” I rumbled, trying to remember to take things slow, but not sure that I could.

“Kiss me,” she pleaded.

Dropping my mouth to hers, I thrust my tongue into her mouth.

Her tongue danced with mine as I lifted her off the floor, and set her onto the island.

Calm. Slow. Gentle.

Breaking the kiss, I put my hands on her knees. “Spread your legs, baby.”

Joy’s head jerked up and down quickly as she widened them.

“Do you want me, baby?” I asked, stepping between her parted legs.

She nodded again. “Yes.”

Nostrils flaring, I hooked my fingers in the top of her bustier and dragged it down until her tits spilled out into my hands. “These fuckin’ tits,” I growled.

They were perfect.

Full and heavy and pale, with pink nipples drawn up tight. I’d been imagining them for so long.

I bent and took one in my mouth.

Joy’s hands flew to the sides of my head and she tugged me closer.

Swirling my tongue around the hard peak, I bit down.