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It takes him one step to reach me. His movement is so fast that I yelp again when he throws me over his shoulder, keeping his hold on my ass so I don’t fall.

“How about we try to make a baby, huh?” he says, darting up the stairs, and my body bounces against his with each step he takes.

My heart beats wildly as I anticipate what’s to come.

Time to fuck this man so well that he doesn’t only give me his orgasm.

He gives me his everything.

And I’m not stopping until it happens.

What do I have to lose anyway?

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I dropGenesis to her feet when we reach the bedroom and flip on the light.

Tonight, it won’t be a quickie in the shower or after I’ve dealt with a night of chaos.

It’s after one of the best nights of my life in years.

All that’s on my mind is her and everything she did for me tonight.

Her calling it a surprise was an understatement.

It was more than just dinner and dessert.

Her plump red lips arch into an angelic smile as she stares at me, awaiting my next move.

The room is quiet. The only sounds I hear are her heavy breathing. I unzip my sweatshirt, push it off my arms, and stroll across the room to drape it over the arm of the chair in the corner.

Her eyes stay on me, watching my every move. As I come up behind her, she peers over her shoulder at me. Her body quivers when I unclasp her hair clip.

Her thick hair cascades down her shoulders in waves. Licking my lips, I play with the strap of her tank. Her breathing hitches. It’s raspy, half a moan, and my cock twitches in my pants.

The room suddenly feels like it’s a million degrees.

Lowering my head, I rain kisses down her bare shoulder and whisper against her skin, “There are so many ways I want to touch you,to fuck youtonight, but I can’t seem to make up my mind onhowI should.” I suck on her skin. “Let me ask you. How do you want me to fuck you tonight, Genesis?”

She blows out a series of breaths and is nearly out of them when she says, “However you want, Julian.”

I draw back a few inches, not expecting that response.

Not expecting her to give me free rein to her body.

That’s fucking dangerous, baby.

“Let’s start with this.” I tug at the hem of her tank. “I want this off.”

I help her pull the tank over her head. Our movements are fast but almost seem like they’re in slow motion. I want her so bad.

I toss the tank across the room, and it lands on the chair, on top of my sweatshirt.

“And the pants,” I whisper-hiss in her ear.

As she unzips them, I move to stand in front of her. I settle all my attention on her as she slides the pants down her legs and steps out of them, kicking them to the side with her bare foot.

My mouth waters so much that I’m shocked I don’t choke on my own spit as I stare at her perfect body.