me again and again as she came. I let go, filling her with my own hot cum, my cock tensing as I pulsed inside of her, making her mine with everything I had, entwined with the woman I loved.
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We lay there, wrapped in one another’s arms for a long while, Lucy tucked into the crook of my shoulder, her arm thrown across my chest. It was like we didn’t want to let one another go. Like we were afraid if we did, we’d lose one another again.
“Will you stay with me?”
“Mmm?”
Lucy lifted her head to look at me, her curls more tangle than hair. I smiled and brushed a piece out of her face.
“Will you come back to me, Lucy? Be my partner again? Live with me?”
She smiled, looking almost shy for a minute, before nodding.
“I’m so sorry,” I said. “I was such an asshole. I should have kept you safe. I should have-“
“Shhh.”
She put her fingers against my lips, shushing me.
“I forgive you, and I hope you forgive me, Max. I’m so sorry, too.”
“I do,” I said, pulling her close and kissing her hair. “Of course I do. I promise to be better, too, Lucy. I swear I’ll do everything in my power to earn your trust back again.”
“You already have it,“ Lucy said.
I frowned, thinking of what Jackson had said. How as a Dom I had responsibilities that I hadn’t paid enough attention to.
“I’ll be better,” I said again. “I’ll take care of you.”
Lucy sat up on her elbow, and smiled at me in a way that made me laugh.
“What? What is it?”
“What was that ring you were buying today, hmm?”
She prodded me in the chest, a smirk on her beautiful face.
“Well,” I said. “Before you threw yourself at me today, I was planning on a making a big gesture…”
She hit me with the pillow, and I fell back, laughing.
“Okay, okay,” I said, holding up my hands. “Trust is, I have a question I want to ask you.”
Lucy cocked an eyebrow at me innocently.
“I think you know what that question is, Lucy.”
She looked away for a moment, and even in the dim light, I could see her cheeks coloring as the shy smile grew on her face.
“But I don’t want to ask until I can do it properly,” I said. “I want to give you the proposal you deserve, Miss Lucy Willcox.”
She beamed at me, looking at me like I was the sun itself, shining down on her.
“I love you, Maxwell Pierce,” she said, holding my face in her hands.
“I love you, my beautiful girl.”
We kissed, long and hard, and I felt myself stirring again, my need for her growing once more.
Her phone buzzed loudly on the night table, and she jumped in my arms.
“Oh, shit,” she breathed. “Shit, shit, shit!”
“What is it?”
“I forgot that my boss was expecting me by six.”
She glanced at the clock. It read 6:32 p.m.
“Shit!”
“It’s okay,” I said, stroking her arm. “Take a deep breath.”
She breathed next to me, staring at her phone like she was holding a snake. She looked up at me, her eyes full of worry.
“I got another job, Max, with… with him. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what to do.”
It took a moment for her words to sink in, but when they did, I felt my heart grow cold for a moment, before thawing once more as I remembered my own loneliness… and my excursion to the club, looking for company to fill the void.
“It’s in the past,” I said. “I don’t want to know what you did with him, and I don’t care. You’re here, with me. That’s all that matters.”
She nodded, her eyes wide as she watched me, gaging my reaction.
“I mean it,” I said, stroking her cheek. “You are planning on quitting, though? Coming back to me?”
“Of course.”
“Then who cares what that asshole thinks? So what if you’re late?”
I laughed at the look on her face—the dawning realization that she could do as she pleased. She grinned back at me.
“You’re absolutely right.”
I kissed her forehead, then looked deep into her eyes—those eyes that seemed to peer
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