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  I couldn’t even reach for my cock because I had to hold on for dear life. As if reading my mind, again, Clint circled his hand around my bobbing erection and stroked me as I lifted my hips then dropped back down, hissing and moaning at how good he felt inside me.

  “Say you’ll let me spoil you,” he said.

  “You’re spoiling me now.” I closed my eyes, refusing to give in to the urge to let someone else take over, to let him take care of me instead of me working. But I liked working.

  Maybe not two jobs, but I liked being a productive member of society and working at the salon.

  “Fuck me.” I slapped at his chest. “We’ll talk later.”

  He flipped us again, shoving my legs apart as he pistoned into my hole. This time I gripped my own cock and jerked the hard, heated flesh until I was shouting his name, ribbons of cum shooting from the head of my dick.

  Clint’s nostrils flared as sweat gathered over his brow. A few more hard thrusts and he joined me, tumbling over the edge of the abyss. He pulled out, careful to keep the condom in place before he removed it and tied it off, tossing it aside.

  I curled into him when he lay next to me, stroking my hair. “Okay, we can talk now.”

  I chuckled, amused at his impatience. He was like a kid anxious for a cookie that he couldn’t wait to get his hands on. I saw now that it would be hard to tell this man no. Not when he looked so eagerly at me.

  “Do massages come with your proposal?” I asked. “Because I have to tell you, I’m already in love with your fingers.”

  “I know.” Clint smiled, and that sight took my breath away. “You’ve already agreed to have my finger babies.”

  I burst out laughing. The shit I said when I was horny.

  “And yes, regular massages come with the deal, just as long as you’re naked when I give them to you.”

  Maybe there was something to what he’d said about knowing right away, because I felt a connection to him that I’ve never felt with anyone else. “We’ll give this a try.”

  He hugged me, and we made love two more times that afternoon.

  That was two months ago. I still worked at the salon, and as promised, Clint spoiled me rotten.

  I didn’t argue about that. But what cinched it for me was when he dropped a year’s payment, without telling me, on my nana’s nursing care. Four months later I moved in with him, and a year after we met, we married.

  There were days when I still couldn’t believe how much my life had changed. But I loved Clint with all my heart, and he never stopped spoiling me with his amazing massages. Seriously, I still wanted to have his finger babies, but I settled for being his baby instead.

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