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head.
    “Alex.”
    She arched her back some more. Pushing her breasts into his waiting hands.
    “What do you need, baby?” he asked.
    “Kiss me,” she begged while her hands tried to force his head to hers.
    Alpha front and center, his mind commanded. Remind her who she belonged to. Meghan’s need to please him was his ace in the hole. She had this way of letting her desires be guided by his. He was a lucky motherfucker.
    “No.” Abruptly standing, he began unbuckling his belt, enjoying the way her green eyes flared. She hadn’t expected him to deny her.
    “I have a much better use for those sweet lips,” he growled.
    As sleepy understanding lit up her face, he knew a primitive satisfaction that could not be contained.
    With a few unhurried movements, Alex yanked on his zipper and pushed his slacks and briefs down his thighs. Meghan’s rumbling sigh when his sex sprang free made him snicker.
    Helping her sit up, he put a finger beneath her chin to draw her gaze away from his swollen cock and slipped his thumb into her mouth as her eyes met his.
    “I couldn’t wait to come home to this mouth,” he told her boldly. “All through dinner, all I thought about was you sucking me. What it feels like when you moan as I slide across your tongue.”
    She moaned. He leered. Bull’s-eye. It was like hitting her sweet spot and watching her slowly unravel.
    Keeping his eyes locked on hers, a rush of staggering lustful need shook Alex when she treated his thumb to a naughty demonstration that held so much promise.
    “Do you know why I didn’t come earlier?” He asked the question quietly and saw the flash of uncertainty. Defined it instantly.
    Sitting back slightly with her hands in her lap, she became very still. He recognized the body language. The deeply erotic and sometimes kinky way their relationship developed had taken both of them by storm. But more so for Meghan who had never experienced such intense intimacies before him. There were still times when she was unsure. Hesitant. He had to help her step outside of her head, leave all the noise behind, and delve deep into her body.
    “Was it because I lost control?” she asked in a hushed voice that said a lot about her surprising insecurities.
    “No,” he answered with a slight frown.
    “Oh, well good,” she whimpered, sounding quite relieved. Shrugging, she lowered her eyes and admitted, “I don’t know what happened. It’s just that when I came into the shower and saw you, I couldn’t stop. I, um . . . you know. I needed you so bad.”
    “And I enjoyed every fucking second of that need, my love,” he assured her. Cupping her chin, he forced her to look at him. “Meghan. I will have you learn this lesson or I swear, we’ll do this over and over until you get it.”
    She was so still.
    “I didn’t come because watching you take your pleasure was about the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Enjoying your orgasm without expectation was . . . powerful. Feeling you squeeze my cock just blows my mind, baby. I love how responsive you are. Sometimes, I just want to get off on getting you off.”
    He saw the realization break across her features.
    “My pleasure is your pleasure,” she whispered.
    He reached out and touched the heart necklace. “Mine.”
    “Yours,” she replied.
    Each time they replayed this moment, he found new ways to love her. What they were saying had powerful implications. It was the moment when he controlled and she submitted, and when she commanded and he surrendered. It was perfection and completion all at the same time. It was what defined them.
    She ran her hands up the outside of his thighs and ended by firmly clutching his ass.
    Staring him down with a look that demanded satisfaction, his naughty-as-fuck goddess purred, “Mine.”
    Uh, fuck yeah. “Yours,” he growled. “Now suck me, woman. Show me how much you missed my cum.”
    Alex wasn’t disappointed when she took the slow route from his ass to his manhood, taking