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I woke up to an empty bed and immediately panicked.

No. No, no, no, no!

He promised he wouldn’t leave! I shot up and was about to bolt out the door when he appeared, holding a plate full of eggs and bacon and a cup of coffee.

“Ah, you’re up.” He beamed at me, and I was struck again by the fact that he was smiling.

Like a real smile, one that reached all the way to his eyes.

Had I done that?

“Yeah, uhm.” I cleared my throat, doing my best to calm my still frantically beating heart. Rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly, I gave him a sheepish grin.

“I thought you left.”

He frowned. “I told you I wouldn’t leave you, and I meant it. I was just making you breakfast.”

He came and sat on the bed, handing me the plate and putting the coffee down next to the bottle of lotion he’d used last night.

My cheeks flushed at the memory.

“Eat,” he ordered, and my stomach growled as if on cue. He chuckled as my eyes widened, and I realized suddenly that I was fucking starving.

Without waiting to be told again, I dug in, shoving the eggs into my mouth in giant forkfuls, groaning at how perfectly cooked they were.

“Worked up quite the appetite, I see.” He was grinning at me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. I nodded, swallowing, before taking a big sip of coffee and moving on to the bacon.

“You’ll get used to it. The first couple of times will take a bit of a toll,” he said, and my heart skipped a beat in my chest.

I blinked at him, feeling a rush of excitement as he casually poked a finger into one of my dimples.

“You mean… we’re going to do that again?” I asked eagerly, though my asshole throbbed in protest as I said the words.

Fuck I was sore…

I munched happily on my last piece of bacon, and he took the empty plate out of my lap. He placed it on the end table before pitching my chin between his fingers.

“Oh yes, Finn. We’re going to be doing that again.”

“Now!?” I gasped, and he chuckled, the dark, dominating sound rolling over my flesh and making me shiver.

“That depends. Let’s see how you’re recovering. On your stomach, please. Push your ass up for me.”

“What, why?”

“Don’t question me, do as you’re told, or you won’t get your reward.”

My cheeks heated, but I did what he said. In the light of day and without any foreplay, it felt strange exposing myself to him like this .

I was still naked, so when he slid his hands over my bare cheeks and spread me open, I gasped.

“Hmm. Still a little swollen. Are you sore?” he asked, and I nodded, my face burning so hot I was scared the pillows were going to catch on fire.

“I brought you something.” He hummed, and I watched him open the drawer to the end side table and pull out a small, blue tin. He popped it open to show me it was full of a thick white cream.

“Found this in your cabinet. It must have been left over from before. This is a zinc balm; it should help with the pain,” he informed me before dipping his fingers into the tin and applying the cool ointment directly to my sore asshole.

“Oh… fuck,” I groaned. It immediately cooled the sting, and I wiggled my hips happily as he rubbed it in for me.

“Good boy,” he praised me, gently smacking my ass when he was done and putting the lid back on the tin.

“We’ll see how you’re feeling tonight. If you’re up for it, we’ll go again.” He winked at me, gathering my dirty dishes and heading back to the kitchen.

“Where are you going now?” I asked, sitting up and leaping out of bed to follow him. I stumbled into my swim trunks as I chased after him.

“I’m going to do the dishes, then we’re going to continue the rest of your training. If I’m not mistaken, you have a shift tonight as well,” he said matter-of-factly, and I watched him bustle about my kitchen with wide eyes.

Was this actually happening right now?

He was acting like… like we were a real couple.

I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming and this was real.

“I wrote a list of supplies we’re going to need.” He jerked his head to the counter, where a piece of paper sat with a bunch of notes scribbled on it.

“Think you can pick that stuff up on your way home from work? I would, but I have some things I need to do. ”

“Uhm, sure. What kind of stuff is it?” I asked, assuming the list was surf-related.

“If I’m going to be fucking you regularly, there are some things you’re going to need to do to prevent injury… among other things. If you can grab everything, I’ll teach you how to use it all and make sure you stay on top of everything.”

“O-oh… yeah, okay. No problem,” I agreed, glancing down at the list, feeling my eyes widen further as I absorbed words like anal douche and Astroglide.

I glanced up at Riddick to find him smirking to himself as he washed my plate, and suddenly, I was grinning, too.

Fuck, YES!

I knew I would win him over.

My mom had been right.

No one could resist my dimples. After I’d conquered Leviathans, maybe I would use my dimple powers for evil and try to take over the whole damn world.

Bwahahahahahaha!

“Quit staring at me with that evil little smile and get outside. I want three sets of forty burpees before we hit the beach. Get going; we’re burning daylight.”

“Yes, sir!” I chirped, and his eyes immediately darkened.

“Don’t call me ‘sir’ unless you’re ready to get fucked again.” He gave me a devastatingly sinister smile that made my stomach erupt with butterflies. “Now get out of my sight before I lose what little control I have left and claim your ass before it’s ready.”

“Eeep! Okay, okay!” I laughed, darting out of the shack to do the burpees he’d ordered.

I grinned like a fucking lunatic through all three sets.