The Muse's Undoing

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I pat his chest and back away to pull up my pants and put myself back together. He tucks himself back into his shorts and gazes at me from beneath a lock of his dark hair.

“You know,” I say, “I appreciate everything Stuart and Maggie have done to keep their society out of our bedroom, but I have kind of an independence kink. Don’t know if you knew that about me.”

He huffs. “You’re about the least independent person I know.”

A laugh rumbles up my throat. “Fair. I just mean I like to be the one to say who I am.”

He takes my hand now that I’m zipped up and pulls me close again. “Who are you now, then?”

“I want to be yours,” I say. “Only yours. All yours.”

Matthew cradles my cheek in his warm hand, love and desire a constant storm in his eyes. He has the most expressive eyes I’ve ever seen, and I’ve visited every corner of the globe. “I accept,” he says with a smile.

“Thank you for giving me a home.”

He presses his mouth to mine. “Always, always, always. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, baby. You think I should ask Dick and Donna to give me away?”

We rest our foreheads against each other’s, and I watch Matty’s smile grow wider. “That feels right to me. At the airport, though,” he adds. “I don’t want them tagging along to Colorado with us.”

I laugh. “Whatever you want,” I promise him.

“Hmm…” He kisses me. “You know I always like the sound of that.”

“Then take me home. I feel like I owe you an apology.”

He tugs on my lower lip with his teeth, and I groan. “Brave man,” he says. “Now that you’ve got no place else to be, I plan to take my time. Might not even let you out of bed for a few days.”

I gather my near future holds more forced orgasms than I think I can handle, but as all my doubts about the distant future continue to fade with every promise made and kept, I let him take my hand and lead the way home.

THE END


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