“Yes,” he said, and before I knew it, he had me in his arms, straddling his lap, looking into his endless blue eyes. His hands were on my ass and all I could think about at that second was about how thin my dress was. The man was strong. Have I mentioned that yet? How strong he was? How he could hold me tight, hold me hard, hold me the way a woman needs to be held? How safe I felt when he had his arms around me? He’s so strong. It was a definite bonus. He lifted me like I weighed absolutely nothing. “Yes,” he said again, staring at me.
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