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again. I felt awful. I never meant to worry him. What a complete nightmare.
    William pulled back and looked at my face. “I was so scared something happened to you. You have no idea what you mean to me.”
    His eyes were grey and as full of love as I had ever seen them. This man truly loved me. I had been a fool to put myself in danger. I burst into tears again, and William held me and rubbed my back until I was finally spent.
    I was so tired by then that I allowed him to lead me to the bathroom, where he drew a bath, stripped me, and washed me. Everything was so tender. He touched me, as though I was some rare, priceless object. Then he dried me and took me to bed. He slid in next to me and pulled me against his chest.
    “I love you more than I can say, Catherine. More than words. I can’t lose you. Do you understand that? I can’t.”
    I nodded and snuggled deeper into him. “I love you too, William.” And I knew it was true. I had never felt safer or more whole than I did at that moment in William’s arms.
    He kept talking, telling me over and over how much I meant to him until I fell asleep.

Six
    I opened my eyes slowly, wiggling and writhing in William’s expansive bed as spirals of pleasure wound through me. It was early and the room was still dark, but I could feel William’s tousled curls softly brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. His tongue lapped leisurely at my sex, but he paused and raised his head when he realized I was awake.
    “Good morning, beautiful girl.”
    “Yes, it is,” I said with a moan as he gently thumbed my clit.
    “It’s about to get even better.” His smile was wide, genuine, and a little bit devilish as he looked up at me from between my legs. I was barely awake, but I could feel myself yielding just from that look alone. God, how I loved playful William, even first thing in the morning and hours before my first cup of coffee.
    William excelled at sex, but he really excelled at oral sex. William clearly loved it. He knew how to use his tongue, his lips, his whole mouth to keep me on the brink of coming for what seemed like forever, heightening my pleasure in tiny increments until I was insane with need. If he wanted to start the day with a little taste of me, who was I to say no?
    I spread my legs wider.
    William got right back to business. My hips bucked, and he pulled away, teasing me with darting little flicks and nibbles. When his tongue dipped lower, thrusting inside me, my moans intensified and echoed through the enormous master suite.
    “You’re so sweet, Catherine. Just like candy,” William said, withdrawing and then licking me with long, luxurious strokes that threatened to shatter me.
    “William, please,” I begged. I could feel beads of sweat starting to break out across my forehead and chest. I hadn’t even been up to pee yet and the building pressure was starting to get a little uncomfortable.
    My pleas went unanswered as two and then three fingers were thrust inside me, filling me, pressing upward against my g-spot. It wasn’t his cock, but it was enough to make me shudder and squirm.
    “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I gasped. I was seriously uncomfortable now, but in the most delectable way.
    He knew it, too.
    “Do you want to come?” he asked innocently as his tongue continued its assault. My hips arched off the bed, and I struggled not to piston them.
    “Uh-huh,” I managed to say.
    “Good.” He pulled back, his lips and chin shiny with my arousal. His grey eyes caught and held mine just as he reared up and plunged his cock into me, then started to gently rock.
    I spiraled up, feeling every nerve tightening and ready to explode until he withdrew, leaving just his wide swollen tip at my entrance.
    “No,” I choked out in anguish.
    “What do you want? Tell me.”
    “You,” I said hoarsely. “All of you.”
    Our eyes stayed locked as he slid into me, inch by delicious inch, and my muscles contracted around him, holding him in