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My pussy throbs with need, even after the orgasratification, but now I feel extra e deep inside ainst hiraspsmy ass on his desk as he scoots his chair back so he can stand

He towers above s, and I tilt my head back, back, and back farther, so I can look into his eyes “Naughty little minx,” he practically purrs, and it sends chills down er betweenin et what she wants “I need to feed you Coh his words were a demand

I lift a brow, looking frohtest bit of hope to his hand, er in sight that I went against his wishes and ca in his own bossy way if I’ll have breakfast with him

I lightly slideit in the center, er his hand is than ers close over mine

When we reach the kitchen, just like last night, he sets s, toast, bacon, and glasses of orange juice My sto loudly by the time he moves me to the breakfast nook next to a beautiful baythat overlooks an overgrown garden

Before I know it, I’ardening They make it seem so peaceful on TV and in books But I’ve never had the chance in the city” Ia patch of pink flowers that look like they’re close to being smothered by what I can only assu was once planted there on purpose and has just gotten out of control, or if it’s so that bleith the wind

His deep, quiet voice is a soothing balm when it should make me run in fear “What’s mine is yours now, Bella” My eyes turn to his at this new nickna arden, I’ll buy you every book on the subject and hire someone to teach you As you can see, it’s not my forte” A hint of a smile as he looks out the

“Where did the flowers coardener?”

“That was roundskeeper on staff, but he was instructed years ago never to touch Moht’ve been a ht’ve ruined all of her hard work by not allowing anyone to keep it up after she passed away,” he confides, and the sad tinge to his tone has rip his hand that rests on the table

“I’s my throat when I realize he just told arden if it’s what I desired A garden he hadn’t allowed anyone to touch since she died When I gain control of my voice once more, I tell him, “And it’s not ruined Or at least I don’t think it is There are still flowers, see there? The pink ones? I don’t think anything would be bloo if it was a lost cause”

His sad srasp to run the side of his index finger alongback to life, piccolina” He sniffs a sh but doesn’t say more as he turns to his food and picks up his fork

“What?” I prompt, curious When he doesn’t answer, I ask, “What was that laugh for?”

He ss his bite of eggs and toast within his eyes “It’s just funny to rown garden and say there’s still hope for it with such confidence Yet, when I look at you, I see the sa, but you seem as if you think you’re that ‘lost cause’” A pause as he sees his words hit theirand past relationship ht’ve tried to smother all your bloo out of the wilted leaves that absolutely captivate me There’s still hope for you to be happy—here, with me—in life, if you just trust me and let me show you”