Change of Heart

you leave without telling me?"
    His voice, after long moments of silence, startled me.
    I cleared my throat, turning to look at him. "I don't report to you."
    "I think you do."
    "I won't," I told him flatly. "I will come and go as I like. I won't stay home. I have a job. If you're looking for some traditional mate, you might want to rethink if you really want me."
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    We stared at each other for several minutes before he broke into a grin.
    "Why're you smiling?"
    "Because you're so transparent." He chuckled, smiling at me, his eyes glowing.
    "What?"
    "You're trying to run me off," he said, leaning over to kiss the side of my neck before he slipped off the seat and knelt in front of me, hands on my thighs as he slid me forward. "I plan to give you as much freedom as you need."
    I watched him as he reached for me and pulled my hair out of the rubber band, moving it so it fell over my shoulder.
    "This is beautiful. It should never be tied back."
    "It's a pain," I assured him, even as I felt his fingers threading though it. My hair was longer than it had ever been, falling down over my shoulders, but not much further. "I was gonna chop it all off this weekend when I had—"
    "No," he said softly. "I forbid it."
    "You forbid it," I teased him, chuckling. "You think you can tell me what to do with my own hair, Mr. Church? What was it you just said about freedom?"
    "I know what I said." He nodded, wrapping his hand in it then watching it slide though his fingers. "I take it back. Your hair is mine, you're mine, and I'll tell ya what you can and cannot do from now on."
    "Is that right?" I asked, arching a brow for him.
    His grin was huge, making his eyes glow. "Please, I beg you, do not cut your long, gorgeous, beautiful black hair that I want to bury my face in while I sleep next to you."
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    When he said it like that.... "Okay," I barely got out.
    His eyes ran all over me. "Jesus... my mate," he sighed, awe in his voice. "Tell me about your family, where you were born."
    He was so eager to hear about me. "Can I ask you a question instead?"
    "No," he said as he took off first his peacoat and then the sweater underneath, revealing smooth, golden skin, broad shoulders, washboard abs, and a sculpted, muscular chest that should have been under glass in a museum somewhere.
    I tried to make sure I kept breathing. "I want my answers first."
    "I'm from Chicago."
    "And your family is still there?" he asked, staring into my eyes. "I can find them there?"
    "Yes."
    "Okay," he said, his big, strong hands on my belt.
    I watched him work the buckle loose and then unsnap my fly and slide the zipper down. "Now can I ask my question?" I was so proud of my voice for sticking around.
    "What?" he indulged me, his hand slipping between the flaps of my jeans and under the waistband of my briefs.
    "Was it safe, what we did earlier?"
    He smiled at me. "I have a piece of paper at the house that will show you I'm clean. I'll grab it for you when we get back."
    I felt bad for doubting him.
    "It's okay that you asked me again," he said, the back of his fingers moving up and down my throat. "I shouldn't have 161
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    rushed it. I should have gone slower, so you'd know it meant everything and that it wasn't just a quick fuck that I would ever forget."
    My heart and soul, both wanted to fly out of my body and live in his. There was an urge, one I had never felt in my life, to surrender. "I was the one who rushed it." I smiled at him.
    "Yeah, but I wanted perfection for you, and what I delivered was—"
    "Amazing," I cut him off. "You were amazing. Don't kid yourself."
    "I could be amazing again," he said hopefully.
    My stomach rolled over, and my cock hardened in his hand.
    "I really need to be back inside you."
    Just like that, my body went up in flames.
    "Reach into that side drawer there."
    I leaned to my left and opened the small drawer built into the seat. The only thing in there was a bottle of lube. "I see you're ready for company."
    "Look at it. It was put there for you."
    The plastic seal was still around the neck of the bottle.
    "So, what, you stopped on the way to my place to pick up lube? Is that why you brought the limo—so you could fuck me again?"
    "Yes," he said honestly, parting my thighs.
    I had to smile. The man knew what he wanted.
    "You take my breath away," he confessed, his voice a throaty whisper.
    My eyes locked on his as he slowly