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om and I make love several more times after dinner. He’s insatiable but then again, so am I. I want him so much, and I’ve never felt this way before. It’s not just the way he knows exactly what I need, but also the way he talks to me and makes me laugh. The way he runs his hands over my body and tells me how beautiful I am. He makes me feel complete, and like I deserve happiness.

I know this is totally bonkers because we just met. Again, he could have an extensive criminal record, and I wouldn’t know. But something in me tells me that it’s not true. Sure, Jonathan can be domineering, especially when he’s throwing me around on the mattress, but he’s also a softie too. Only a man with a sensitive side would cook up omelets and watch with satisfaction as I wolfed them down like a hungry hippo.

Now, I watch him sleep, still blown away by how sexy he is. I run my hand over his chest, feeling the muscle there and smiling as his skin erupts into goose bumps at my touch. Contentment runs th