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  He flicked his thumb over the warm links of the chain. The infinity loops connected end to end in an elegant and simple design. It looked perfect against her skin. Perfect on her. “And you did. Why?” Did he dare hope she would want that? She’d said she wanted all of him, but did she really want the collar too? “After the stage incident, I thought you’d be done with that world and everything that went with it.”

  She stepped closer, trapping their arms between them. “I want it all. I need you. And I’ve accepted I need that side of you too. Not outside of your world, but in it. I don’t know if I’ll ever be comfortable with a big public Scene again. But I won’t ask you to leave what is so much a part of you. I love being controlled by you. Being your submissive. I won’t deny that anymore. I kept the chain, hoping someday you’d come back and put it on my neck. Where it belongs.”

  Too amazed to think, to respond, Jake simply reacted. It was like a caged animal had been set loose in him. He plundered her mouth, his arms crushing her to him. She was hot, open and accepting. His cock throbbed beneath his jeans as it rubbed against her stomach. Then her hand was there, stroking him over the material.

  It wasn’t enough.

  He removed her bra and attacked her breasts, sucking each nipple into his mouth, squeezing the tender flesh and nibbling the hardened tips until she cried out in pleasure. Kneeling, he trailed hot kisses down her stomach, halting when he reached the waistband of her jeans. In two seconds he had the zipper down, the restricting material gone. He grabbed her hips and inhaled, rubbing his nose against the silk of her panties as the musky scent of her arousal invaded his senses.

  “Jake,” she breathed. “Please.”

  Fuck. He needed her so badly.

  In one motion he stood, scooped her up and tossed her on the bed. She gave a small squeal of surprise but went silent as he got rid of his jeans and shorts then climbed onto the bed.

  “You’re beautiful, Cali.” He bent and kissed her stomach. “I’ll never stop telling you that.” He pulled off her panties, the last barrier between them. Her legs spread as he kneeled between them. Gorgeous. “You’re so responsive to me. So open and trusting.”

  “I need you, Jake.” She squirmed on the bed, her hands reaching to tug on her nipples.

  He almost came at the sight. He knew what he wanted. What she needed. He gave her sweet, waiting pussy one long lick then grabbed her and flipped onto his back, bringing Cali with him until she was lying on top of him, her eyes wide.

  “Suck me, Cali.” He rubbed his hands through her silky hair. “I want to feel your hot mouth on me. Sucking me until I can’t take it. Then I want you to ride me.”

  Her eyes dilated, the green depths turning almost black, her lids lowering in a sultry look of longing. “Yes, Jake,” she said before she dropped her head to take his nipple in her mouth. His back arched, her teeth biting down on the tender tip until he grunted at the enticing blend of pain and pleasure.

  Her body was soft and hot against his as she slid down, leaving a trail of wet kisses in her wake, the light touches almost worshipful in their tenderness. The first stroke of her tongue over the length of his aching cock had him panting in pleasure. Another lick, a circle around the crown, then her mouth consumed him. He bucked his hips, unable to stop the reflex to be closer, to be surrounded by the heat.

  “Cali.” Her name came out as a mix between a plea and a command. One hand fisted in her hair, the other clenched a handful of sheets.

  She sucked, her mouth moving up his shaft until her tongue swirled and prodded at the opening on the tip. Fuck. She was going to kill him.

  She moaned, the vibration running down his cock and into his balls. He stared down, amazed at the sight of her mouth wrapped around his dick, her eyes closed in a look of ecstasy. One hand grasped the base of his cock, holding and rubbing it as she sucked him. But her other hand was between her legs, rubbing her clit. Her hips ground an erotic dance against her hand and he couldn’t take it anymore. She seemed so wanton, so free and accepting of her sexuality and needs. So very different from when he’d first met her.

  “Ride me.”

  She looked up, her mouth coming off his cock with a low pop that made him clench his teeth and suck in his breath to keep from coming. He flailed his hand around the edge of the bed until it landed on the condom he’d left there. He ripped it open and she took it from his hand to slowly roll the protection down his rigid, aching shaft.

  “Come here, love,” Jake said, reaching for her hips and settling her over him.

  She grabbed his cock, positioning it at her entrance, then slowly lowered herself onto him.

  “Fuck. You’re perfect. So hot. So good.”

  She tucked her lip between her teeth and tilted her head back as she took him into her hot, wet channel. She felt so incredible. Looked so incredible. He yanked her down for a brutal, assaulting kiss, holding nothing back and giving her everything.

  He thrust his hips up, forcing him deep, and they both groaned. Then she was lifting and plunging, her hips matching his as the passion built. She drew her lips away from his and sat up, her hands pushing on his chest as she rode his cock.

  “You feel so good.” She swiveled, the motion rubbing the sensitive tip of his cock. “I’ve missed you. I don’t want to lose you again.”

  He found her clit and rubbed the swollen nub, making her buck and moan, her pace increasing. “You won’t lose me. Never again.” The promise pulled from the depths of his heart. He’d never lose her again. “Come for me, Cali.”

  And she did, her cry echoing against the walls of the room, her muscles clamping hard around his dick until he came with her. He arched and pumped into her until he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t see anything but her.

  She collapsed onto him, her chest heaving in deep breaths. He hugged her to him, her sweat-slicked skin sticking to his as they both recovered.

  Like he could ever recover from her.

  She kissed his neck and ear before slowly lifting to slide to the side, his softening cock slipping from her warmth. He almost groaned aloud at the loss but restrained himself enough to get up and make the quick trip to the bathroom to dispense with the condom. She watched him as he returned, her gaze caressing him before she shifted to push the bedding down. She crawled under the covers, holding the side open for him.

  Her skin was still flushed from arousal, her eyelids heavy with sated bliss. He snuggled in next to her, drawing her close until her head rested on his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across his torso.

  “Thank you, Cali,” he whispered into her hair, nuzzling the silky strands.

  She turned her head and lifted up a little to look at him. “For what?”

  “For understanding. For wanting me. All of me.”

  She smiled, her swollen lips curling in a tempting pull. “Ditto.”

  His heart swelled. It felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. He grabbed her wrist―the one with his chain on it—lifting it until they could both see it, the silver links gleaming in the paling light of the late afternoon.

  Jake let his fingers run over the links. “This doesn’t belong here.”

  She inhaled sharply, her body tensing on his, but she didn’t say anything. Only watched him, caution and worry etched on her face.

  He shifted until he could undo the clasp and unwind the chain from her wrists. She bit her lip, tracking the chain as he removed it and let it dangle between them. He could feel her heart racing where her chest pressed against his. A beat that matched his own.

  “I love you, Cali. More than I ever thought I could.”

  She searched his gaze, hunting out the truth he hoped she’d see. She licked her lips, swallowed then whispered, “I love you.”

  He pushed up, pulling her with him until they were both sitting, facing each other. She shoved her hair away from her face, tucking strands behind her ears. It was styled straight today, not the curly, freer way she wore to the club. The ends bru
shed against her shoulders, drawing his attention.

  Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to her bare neck. To the place where his chain belonged. He drew back to trace a path over the front of her neck, pausing on the racing beat of her heart near her throat.

  “Will you wear it, Cali?” He moved his fingers back and forth over her heated skin. “Here, where it belongs?”

  She blinked, her eyes shimmering. “Yes. Please.”

  His breath rushed out, his relief exiting with the air. He’d barely dared to hope she’d say yes. That she’d want to wear his collar after all that had happened. He had to make sure.

  “As a collar or a necklace?”

  She straightened, her eyes searching his. She reached over and fisted her hand around his. The one that held the chain. “You bought it as a collar. You placed it on my neck as a collar.” She studied their clasped hands then slowly pried his fingers open to reveal the chain. “It’s a beautiful chain. An exquisite necklace.” She looked back to him. “But it will always be your collar to me.”

  He kissed her. He had no choice. Her words busted through the last of his doubt. His fears. Finally, the itch was gone. In its place was a sense of contentment. Of belonging and being home.

  He broke the kiss and lifted the chain, the links seemingly heavier in his hands. He slipped them around her neck, tipping to the side as she raised her hair so he could clasp it. His hands shook, something they hadn’t done since he was a teenager.

  Finally, it was closed.

  Jake inhaled and stared at his collar hugging Cali’s neck. Her fingers traced over the links, her bare chest lifting and falling rapidly.

  “It looks perfect on you.” His voice was gravelly, almost foreign to him.

  “It feels perfect on me.” She reached out to touch his cheek, her fingers soft against the scruff of his whiskers.

  God, what she did to him. He growled. That was the only way he could describe the sound that came from his chest. He grabbed her tight and flipped until she was trapped beneath him. Every inch of her pressed tightly against his length. Heat seared his body, his cock once again hard and wanting.

  He’d never get tired of her. His Cali.

  “Hands over your head.”

  Her eyes flashed in response as she immediately moved to comply with his command. “Yes, Jake. Whatever you want.”

  Whatever he wanted. His voice softened, his heart leaking into his words. “I already have that. I have you.”

  She smiled. “Yes, you do.”

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