Brandon is an intense man, "standing to her side, he nodded. A muscle along his sculpted jaw twitched. "Evening. Didn't we meet earlier?" I mean he is having some serious attraction to Mia, "who the eff cared if they'd just met or not? His di**, for one, could not care less about timelines. All he wanted to do was get rid of his clothes, her clothes and thrust balls-deep until they both were sated first, exhausted second." I meanI just love him, "and that's what you want. Night after night of me effing you, but not for real. Any way I desired. You riding my co** as I make you scream my name in there." He jerked his chin to his bedroom then slowly said, "But only pretend." There is a lot of chemistry between them, "baby." His body shuddered and he laughed, then he wondered aloud, "You sure know what to say. How much of this is your project and you playing a part?" It seems like their relationship has gone so far that when Brandon is seriously upset it's Mia that can only bring him back down to earth, "his furious desire for retribution waned, spiraling, and under her hands on his arms, subsided. Her soft body blanketed his back within him, the need to hold Mia overrode everything else. His love for her too overpowering to resist. "Mia," he whispered, letting go of the jagged shard of rage that dissolved under her cool hands, so soothing against his arm. Her body snug up against him acted as a balm to his anger." Sometimes Brandon needs to explain to Mia his rules, "why?" He removed a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed her cheek. "You're mine and I always come for what's mine." And Mia sure knows how to entice her man, "speaking of back...still up for some bareback riding?" she asked, twirling a strand of black hair around her fingers. "Heard you were a master horseman in the saddle."
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