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I’m right?

He loves me?

He says, “Halloween is in six days.”

I roll my eyes and push him. Then I start laughing. “You fucking asshole.”

He grabs my pushing hand and lifts it over my head, forcing me back onto my pillow.

“My laptop,” I shriek, but he doesn’t care.

He crawls over me, pressing his entire body into me. I sink into the bed and love it a bit too much.

He kisses my mouth, leading with his tongue. I gasp, and he lets go of my hands. I reach for his shoulders and pull him closer. He nips on my cheek, going to my ear.

He whispers, “Say it, Kylie.”

“Say what?” I ask, feeling his hard dick against me.

He loses all his patience. “Tell me you fucking love me.”

He reaches under my legs and pulls me flush to his hips.

“God!” I gasp. “So fucking demanding!”

“Don’t say shit like that,” he warns. Then he waits. He waits two seconds, and then he’s reaching for my clothes. “Fine. I’ll fuck it out of you then.”

I giggle under him, lifting my hips to allow his hunger to lead the way. He pulls my jeans all the way off. Then when he’s unbuttoning his pants, I sit up on my elbows and watch.

“Nash—”

He pulls his dick out, and he doesn’t even pump it; he’s ready.

“I didn’t know if you felt the same,” I say quickly.

That makes him pause.

I look down at his cock, and my center pulses.

“I’ve been in love with you for weeks.” I swallow. “I thought that was obvious.”

“Then say it.”

I drop my expression and give him a look.

He pulls my body down.

I look into his eyes.

He stares back.

“I love you, Nash.”

“Mm,” he says, pressing his tip into me. “Still gonna fuck you.”

I moan, “Are you going to say it back?”

He pushes all the way in. “I am.”