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“ Fine .” She snapped. “What of it?” She sniffed indignantly, rearranging herself on the couch.

“It’d be a lot easier if I didn’t. If I didn’t love you, it’d be great.

We could be together. Happy ending, all of it.

Because one day when Ronnie tracked me down and killed you, it wouldn’t be that big a deal, because I wasn’t…

you know… invested in you.” She cleared her throat, feeling awkward.

“But I am.” She shook her head again. “Which means that nothing can happen to you, because if it did…” She trailed off.

“So, you think I’m utterly helpless without you, right?”

“Pretty much.”

“And if your long list of enemies found out you loved me, they’d kill me.”

“Ooooooh yeah.”

“And you do love me.”

She made a face. “Unfortunately.”

“And your solution to that problem… is to dump me and leave me entirely unprotected?”

“No, that’s not…”

“Because that’s what it sounds like you’re doing right now, Nat.” His hand reached over to the bottom of her nightshirt, like it was the most casual thing in the world. “It sounds like you’re… afraid of them.”

“Hey… I am not afraid of those losers!” She assured him, straightening.

“I call ‘em like I see ‘em.” He gently started pulling the nightshirt up. “Sounds to me like you’re letting them dictate your personal life, and the only reason someone would do that is if they were scared .” He took on a mocking comforting tone, as she obediently raised her arms up for him, so that the shirt could pass over her head. “It’s okay, Natalie. You just tell me their names and I’ll protect you from the scary men. ”

“Hey! That is bullshit right there!” Her eyes narrowed. “You wanna see afraid!?! I will go kill every one of those motherfuckers right now! ”

His eyes fell to her exposed skin, tracing fire across her body and covering her with delicious goosebumps of excited desire.

“Hell, I’ll send them invitations to our fucking wedding! Time, place, all of it! And if they have the balls to show up? They won’t have them for long! ”

He gently tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear. “ That’s my girl.”

She nodded, then frowned slightly as she finally processed that she was now naked. “Wait… where did my top go?”

“I took it off.” He reminded her calmly, eyes still on her breasts. “You helped.”

“Oh.” Mull felt a sudden wave of embarrassment, but Natalie told her to shut up. She could handle this. She arched her back, like she was presenting her tightening breasts for his inspection. “ We make a good team…” She agreed.

His hands covered her breasts so fast that he took her completely by surprise. And Mull wasn’t someone who could be easily taken by surprise.

She let out a shocked gasp as he filled his strong hands with her flesh. “Ohh… god…” She squeaked.

Oz lowered his face to them, lavishing the warm skim with even hotter kisses.

Her breath was coming in pants, utterly amazed that he’d been able to do that in mere seconds.

Natalie was already wetter and more excited than Mull could ever remember being in her entire life. And she could tell it wasn’t anywhere near the extent of the pleasure she was capable of feeling with this man.

“I think half of my problems are caused by the intense sexual frustration of being around you and not having you.” Oz assured her, her taunt nipple disappearing into his mouth, and Natalie was completely certain that’s where it belonged.

“Really?” She moved on the couch, desperate for him to suckle her other breast too, but not wanting him to move.

“You make me crazy, Miss Quentin.”

“Usually when I make people crazy it’s in a very literal ‘tie me to the railroad tracks’ way.” She wanted his pants off. Right now. “Then they try to kill me.”

He met her eyes. “I don’t want to kill you.”

“But you do want to tie me up?” She teased.

To her surprise, he didn’t say anything.

“Ooooh… I like where your mind is at right now.” She pushed him back, getting to her feet and thinking desperately about which of the giftwrapped boxes in the closet might have what she needed right now. “Handcuffs or rope?”

“For right now… I just want you.” He said softly, eyes traveling up and down her body as she stood in front of him. “Nothing weird or evil… I just want to touch something so beautiful…” His hand traveled up her leg, like he was enraptured by her.

Mull processed his expression and dealt with it in a mature and reasonable way. Namely, she reached for her panties and pulled them down for him.

Oz’s expression became one of outright amazement, looking at the damp red curls which concealed her heat. “My god…” He got out hoarsely.

And for the first time in her life, Mull felt ordinary. But in a really good way. She felt like an ordinary woman, sharing her body with her boyfriend, in a completely ordinary and not at all insane way.

Her insides dipped, bathing in his hot gaze and wishing she could somehow show him more. Somehow give him everything.

She felt like she was the sexiest woman in the world at the moment.

She had that man’s complete attention and she knew she could get him to do anything she wanted.

He’d beg to have her, if she asked him. She could make that pristine, fastidious, and impeccable man lick the fucking floor if she demanded it, and she was certain he’d do it, just so long as he got to have her at the end of it.

There was something so amazing about that.

So extraordinary.

Mull had never been a sex goddess before, but apparently if you got Natalie going, she was really into it.

Natalie absolutely loved that man. And she could see that love and desire in the man’s eyes.

So all of her shy and kooky nonsense was forgotten.

She’d fuck that man’s brains out right here.

She would give him everything she had, because she knew that he was absolutely amazing and that she loved him more than her own life.

Anything she gave him, she’d get back twice in return.

Oz was her hero.

“Open.”She ordered.

Oz opened his mouth.

Natalie took her red lace underwear with little turkeys embroidered on them, and pushed them into Oz’s mouth.

Oz put up no resistance, the panties dangling from his teeth, his eyes burning into hers as he tasted the damp fabric. Tasted her desire. Tasted her .

There was something dark and sensual about it.

But she could tell she was playing with fire here. Oz was a stable and dependable man… but he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back from her for long. He was going to snap in a moment and take her. And that knowledge excited her.

“ Good boy .” She nodded in praise, using her finger to push her underwear further into his mouth. “You’re dressed.” She said simply, turning so that he had a better view of her. “You don’t need to be dressed, Oz.”

Oz got to his feet, moving like a man possessed. His pants were cast aside haphazardly and thrown away, in what was possibly the only time the man ever seemed careless.

He spat out her underwear and his hands were on her a moment later, lifting her up like she weighed nothing, and beginning to lay her back down on the couch.

“No, no.” She shook her head, eyes locked with his, like they were both afraid to look away for fear of breaking the moment.

“Counter.” He did as he was told, lifting her up onto the countertop of his kitchen.

“Every morning, I want you to sit right here, eating your boring tasteless foods,” she turned to dump the contents of the counter onto the floor, then leaned back on her elbow, “and think about fucking me.” She growled, feeling almost crazed with lust now.

“I want you to think about my naked ass on your pristine spotless table…” She ran her hand along the surface.

“And the sounds I make when you’re inside me… ”

“I already do.” He growled out. “Have for years.”

She smiled at him, then reached over to her purse to pull out the box of condoms. “I bought this at the store for you, so you’d be comfortable.” She pulled one out, spreading her body open to his view, like she was the main course at Thanksgiving dinner. “It was on Black Friday sale.”

“That’s a good fucking sale…” He finally admitted, eyes locked on her glistening folds like they were his newest obsession.

She ripped open the package with her teeth, while his hands played with her breasts again.

“I… I don’t have a lot of experience at this.” He confessed, sounding embarrassed but keeping his eyes on her intimate flesh. “If I do something wrong, tell me.”

“I think you’ll figure it out.” She assured him, her voice husky to her own ears. “You can…”

Oz’s control snapped and his hand moved over her body, caressing her skin with unbridled desire. The heat pooled at the junction of her thighs, then it ignited when he touched her there too. She let out another hoarse gasp of shocked pleasure, trying to keep from moaning.

His fingers somehow knew the exact spot she needed him to touch, and she raised her hips up off of the counter, like she’d been struck with a live wire, chasing him.

Silently begging him. She’d wanted him to touch her there since the first time she’d seen him, and it was everything she’d dreamed it could be.

She let out a ragged moan, trying to keep her composure and failing utterly.

Oz’s fingers continued moving through the damp thatch of red curls, recognizing that he had complete control of her body now.

One of his thick, scarred fingers moved to slide into her passage, demanding entrance. It stretched her body and Natalie gave a cry, not expecting her by-the-book virginal lover to be quite so knowledgeable about this. He’d either researched it or was just an absolute born natural.

She swallowed, trying to see straight and not mew helplessly in pleasure. “You’ve… you’ve really never done this before?” She asked, her voice sounding so filled with lust it was almost pained.

“No.”