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“Wow. I don’t know the last time I slept that long,” I mutter.

He rolls over to face me, and I turn away. “I haven’t brushed my teeth, Colt. Do not come near me.”

He tuts, carefully moving me back to look at him, kisses me, then says, “I don’t give a shit, G. You could smell like a pigsty, and I’d still be down.”

“That is utterly disgusting, cowboy.”

I push at his chest, but he holds me in place.

“We’ve got a meeting with Enzo this afternoon, but I’ve cleared my morning. I've got Xander doing my work on the ranch, so I’m all yours.”

He lifts my leg over his hip, and his cock presses against me.

“I need to text Dom, tell him to get his ass here for the meeting,” I say.

He kisses my jaw. “Already done, sweetheart. He’ll be here.”

Running my fingers through his hair, I hold his gaze. “So, you said you’re all mine, hmm?”

He nods. “I promise.”

I slide my hand between us and wrap my fingers around his dick. A groan rips from his chest, which sends flutters to my pussy.

I stroke him slow. “I want to watch you come, Colt.”

He rips off the blankets and tosses them on the floor before shooting back, “And I want you to sit on my face, G.”

My mind flashes with images of Colt. Me sitting on his face so he can devour me while another guy sucks his dick. Not Romeo, though; he can fuck off. My cheeks heat immediately in response.

He pulls back, a questioning look on his face. “What is it?” he asks.

My mouth drops open. Should I tell him? Should I even want that? Even once? I have so much to experience, and that just became top of my list. I keep stroking his shaft, trying to find the words.

“G, if you want something from me, all you gotta do is ask. I take control, but it doesn’t always have to be that way. You’ve got a lot to explore.” He pauses. “No, we have a lot to explore together.”

I smile. “I have some ideas. Would you ever let me take control of you?”

He rolls me over onto my back, pinning my arms above my head. “Yeah. I’d be into that. You can use me like your own fuck toy.”

My back arches as he leans in to kiss my throat; his fingers dip beneath my panties.

“The thought of being in charge really gets you this wet? Hmm?”

I nod, squeezing my eyes shut. It does, but also the thought of watching him get sucked off by another guy does too. Or me being in charge of both of them.

Fuck. Colten is mine. I am his. I don’t want another guy for myself. I only want my husband's hands on me. I only want his dick inside me.

“I think so,” I breathe out.

He sinks his fingers inside me, and I spread my legs wider. “Good fuckin’ girl,” he growls.

Right now, I don’t have the energy to be in charge. I want to lay here and let him do what he does best… make me feel safe.

“Not right now, though,” I say quietly.

I feel him smile against my neck. “I know, baby. I know. And I’ve got you, always. Okay?”

I nod, a moan slipping free when he circles my clit.