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“Not like this,” he breathed, squirming against me. “Don’t make me come like this.”

I brushed my lips over his, speaking against them. “How do you want to come?”

The silence that followed my question made me look up into his eyes.

Twenty seconds.

Twenty of the longest seconds of my life passed before determination set his jaw and he spoke.

“If you’re mine, then let me have you—all of you.”

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MINE

ZEKE

Waiting on Cyn to move—to speak—to do anything felt like torture.

Asking him to prove himself was an enormous risk, and now I was doubting my decision.

I’d already put myself out there when I basically attacked him, but I couldn’t stand seeing him on his knees hating himself. Cyn wasn’t someone who doubted himself. He exuded confidence. He always took charge and took what he wanted.

But he begged me not to leave.

He apologized.

It wasn’t as if he’d never apologized to me, but it was what he’d apologized for.

He didn’t have to prove anything to me, but I couldn’t ignore the part of me that insisted I love myself enough to question his thought process. If he’d wanted me all this time, I deserved to know.

Now I knew he hadn’t seen it the way I had. His reasoning wasn’t good, but it wasn’t wrong either.

Either way, I wouldn’t hold his past hookups against him. He hadn’t cheated on me. Neither of us expected to be together—we didn’t know how the other felt.

It wouldn’t be fair to resent him for something that happened before we were together.

Strong hands gripped me around the waist and yanked me forward. Cyn walked me backward before spinning me around. Then I was falling.

Cyn cloaked my body with his, kissing down my chest and stomach before he rose to his knees, undoing my jeans and sliding them down my legs, along with my boxers and socks.

I eyed the way his cock tented his sweats, a dark wet spot staining the fabric. Being able to see the evidence of his arousal without even touching his cock made me feel desired. Powerful.

He climbed off the bed and dropped his sweats.

My mouth went dry.

That was supposed to go inside me. Unless he wanted me to… did he want me to?

He put a hand on my thigh, bending over the bed. “What are you thinking?”

“Um…”

“You can tell me anything, you know that.”

I glanced at the wall.

“Talk to me.”