RHONDA “Have I told you how much I love you today?” I asked as I planted a kiss on his lips. “No,” as a smirk touched his lips, “but I’d like to hear you say it.” Looking directly into his eyes, I muttered, “I love you so much. So very much, Malcolm.” He smirked, “I’d like to hear that again.” “I love you, baby,” I whispered. His eyes widened with shock. “Did you just use a word of endearment?” A smile touched my lips. “I’d like to hear that again,” he groaned. “Baby?” “Again.” “Baby.” “Again.” “Baby.” “Maybe a billion more times,” he groaned. “Baby. Baby. Baby. Baby. Baby.” I chuckled as I said it in a go. “Good girl,” he grabbed my thighs and lifted me onto the kitchen counter. His lips jammed against mine and he began to kiss me. It was slow at first, but it became more hungry and needy. Damn, the past few days had been filled with tension and worries. I needed to relieve the stress. I had missed doing this with him. “I love you, Malcolm,” I moaned into his mouth,
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