Slade when he wants something he's not afraid to voice what he wants, "you won't." He tugged her over until she faced him, then he pulled her against the length of his body. "Later you can act like my old lady. Right now, I only want to taste you. Feels like I'm losing my head without you." He also knows what to say to sweep Taylor off her feet, "hell, no." He walked backward to his bike. "It's a house and nothing special. You're my woman. You'll make it a home." I mean the boy is just something else, "you are just that good, honey." She kissed him, moving to her feet, acting as if she could go another round. He sat with his jeans around his thighs, bare a** on the wood, and wondered if they had time for another go around. Maybe he'd die just the way he wanted to." I mean he also appreciates his girl's body, "Taylor bent over to tie the lace on her purple Converse sneakers. He tilted his head, checking her a** out. Hell, he was always checking her out and she always knew he was looking." I just loved him and all his naughtiness, "if it meand effing my wife, it's not a surprise. I was planning on it.' Slade laughed when she turned and pinched his nipple. "Kepp that up, and we won't make it to the bedroom."
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