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powerful than any sex with any man she’d ever had. She could still scarcely believe it. He loved her. He really loved her. After so many years, it seemed too good to be true, but she could tell now, looking into his eyes, that it was real. She’d never seen this expression on his face before—but it was undeniably love that poured from his gaze.

“God, this is so good,” she said as the elation traveled through her. She suddenly couldn’t stop smiling. “So incredible.”

He returned the smile she’d been pining for all these years, only now it unexpectedly felt as if his smile belonged to her. “Just one thing I gotta know,” he said, his voice taking on a familiar teasing quality.

“What’s that?”

“Do you really dig guys with tattoos?”

She shrugged, feeling slightly guilty, then gave him a sweet grin. “Afraid so, but don’t worry, I’ll keep you anyway.”

He gave his head a playful tilt. “Who knows. Be a good girl and maybe you can talk me into getting one,” he finished with a wink.

“Mmm,” she said, liking the sound of that. “Just think of how excited you’d get me then.”

“Mistress Mina rides again?” he asks, raising his eyebrows.

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They shared a bit of laughter and an easy kiss, and he said, “So where did you come up with the name Mina anyway?”

She made a resistant face, but admitted the truth. “Okay, you may as well know.

My real name is Wilhelmina.”

“Really?” He grinned. “I’ll have to call you that from now on.”

“Don’t you dare. I much prefer ‘sweet thing’.”

“But you’re not exactly sweet anymore, are you?” He leaned closer to her and whispered, “Maybe I’ll call you ‘ sexy thing’, or ‘ naughty thing’.” She offered a light smile. “Those are kind of fun, but…well, the truth is—I’ve always cherished the way you call me ‘sweet thing’. I wait for it every single morning. It always makes my pussy tingle.”

She watched the heat re-invade his gaze. “Okay. Want to fuck me, sweet thing?” Rolling into his arms, she pressed her breasts against his chest, pulling him into another deep, hot kiss. “I think that can be arranged. But…” On impulse, she slipped his black mask over her head, peering out at him through it. “For right now, you can call me Mistress Mina.”

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