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“Because you love me,” she said and I could hear the strain in her voice.

Her arms went around my neck and I breathed in her scent as I held her close to my body.

“You weren’t the one that was supposed to use the safe word,” she said and I heard a hint of teasing in her tone. “I could have taken more.”

My eyes met hers.

“I was wrong, too. I’m sorry,” I told her.

“You were willing to lose me in order to keep me safe. I will not tell you that I like it, but I can say that I understand.”

“Kiss me, Pet.”

“Anything for you, Mr. President.” Her lips twitched as if they wanted to smile.

Then she pressed them against mine and wrapped herself even tighter around me.

“I need you,” she said as she broke away.

“Tell me what you need, babe.”

“You. All of you. Now.”

She frantically worked my pants open. Once my half hard cock was released, she stroked it until I was throbbing in her hand.

I ripped the front of her dress and pulled the cup of her bra down. Once her nipple was visible, I lowered my mouth to it.

She let out a low moan as she reached down, slid her panties to the side, and dropped her wet pussy down onto my now hard cock.

“Fuck,” I breathed out as I tore my mouth from her nipple.

“Yes, that’s what we’re doing,” she said as she rode me hard.

“And what did I tell you before about that, Pet?”

“It’s never just fucking,” she answered as she grabbed my beard and pulled my face closer to hers.

She gave me her mouth.

She gave it so freely now that I never wanted to give it up.

I had been stupid to keep things from her even if I felt it was for her own good.

Petra could not only handle herself, but she could also handle my world.

I vowed to never treat her as anything less than the strong, badass, deadly woman that she was.

“I forgive you,” she said as her nails raked over my scalp before she grabbed a fistful of my hair. My eyes were locked onto hers as she bounced up and down on my lap. “And I love you.”

Hot, sweaty, and panting, we came together a few minutes later.

She draped her body around me and my hands continued to hold her ass, my thumbs lightly brushing back and forth over the still hot skin.

“You’re very good at that. I think you should do that to me again sometime,” she mumbled against my neck. I wasn’t so sure about that. “Without all the broken anger. And I want to watch you do it in the mirror.”

My cock grew at the thought and maybe I wanted to see that too.

“What do you say?” she asked as she ran her fingers over my beard.

“Thank you, Pet.”

Though I wasn’t sure why I was the one saying thank you right now.

Then again, I was fucking thankful.

For everything she’d given me and more.

And everything she would give me in the future.

Yeah, I was fuckin’ thankful.