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Even though slow and soft, his kiss was warm, and heady, telling a tale of desire and wanton need. My body leaned into him, our lips getting greedier by the second. Then with a groan, he pulled back. "If I don't stop now we'll be stuck in this room with me between your legs the entire day."
He placed his thumb on my bottom lip. "I wish I could take you with me, but until we've found Zoloft," my blood ran cold at the mere mention of his name, "I don't feel comfortable with you leaving the security of this house."
I nodded, secretly thankful. Walking freely around the house had been difficult enough. I knew I wasn't ready to face the world yet.
He narrowed his eyes glinting with mischief. "When I get back, I want you out of this dress and on your knees, waiting. Understand?"
I bit my bottom lip, excitement fluttering like a thousand butterflies inside my belly. "Yes, Master."