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"Ben, I was marking time with Gavin. I was waiting to change, with my tigress. And I never
did. And I think... I always knew I wouldn’t. Somewhere inside, Gavin was just a fun
weekend, while I waited to see what Ken would do."
"You wore his collar for years." Ben’s voice rumbled down her arm from where she pressed
against his breastbone.
Meg shrugged. "He played me in bed the way I like it. But when he asked for it back...
I’ve had time to think. I was hurt. I was depressed and disappointed. I wasn’t surprised.
I never expected him to champion me. Or to marry me, to even mourn me. We were together,
and it was easy, because we weren’t really involved."
Ben stood and faced her squarely. His hand still held hers tightly. His free hand came up
and gently scooped behind her hair to cradle the back of her neck. His palm engulfed her
nape, his skin rough. He leaned down, tipping his head so the brim of his hat shielded their
face from the street. He lowered his lips to just above hers.
"Meg, when you’re with me, you’re going to be involved."
He hovered there, catching the darting breaths that left her. She couldn’t believe he was so
close, so big, so hot, so new, and oh, so comfortable.
"Do you understand me, Meg?" His hand tightened on her nape, his thumb teasing through her
hair, causing goose bumps to erupt down her spine.
"Yes." Meg’s eyes were closed, making his smell that much more perfect. "Yes, Ben."
"Ahhh. That sounds so good. So fucking good." The breath from his words moved over her
lips, scouring them.
Meg grew dizzy. Her body settled into the grip at her neck.
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