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“Look,” she says. “There’s no way out.”

“Choose,” I whisper. “That’s the way out. You said something to me last night. You said when I

figure out if I want you on my side I should let you know. Well, I’m telling you. I want you on my side.

And I need you to make a choice. And I want that choice to be me. And if it is, I will stand by you,

Megan.” I hold her cheek in my palm. “I will protect you. And if we fail, we will fail together.”

“Die together, you mean?”

“Hey. That’s a much longer commitment than marriage.” I lean in, wanting to kiss her so bad, but I

want her to kiss me more. So instead of aiming for her lips, I aim for her earlobe. I nip it and

whisper, “How about this? How about we table this big choice and just concentrate on the smaller

choice? And when we’re done here I’ll tell you more and then I won’t seem so crazy. And I think

maybe you’ll be in a better position to think clearly. Because right now I think you’re a little

distracted. And I’m still patiently waiting for that kiss.”

Her hands forget that we’re in the middle of something big and come up to my cheeks. She leans up

on her tiptoes and presses her mouth to mine.

Her lips part before mine, but that’s it. I’m done. I’m done playing and now we’re on. My tongue

slips inside her mouth and in that same moment my hands take hers and push them down my chest until

they’re right over the top of my now throbbing cock.

She grabs it through my pants, then unzips with one hand and yanks them out of the way. One more

moment and I’m right where I want to be. In the palm of her hand. She jerks on me, squeezing tight,

then easing up. I kiss her harder and grab her hips with both hands, then take a step forward until her

back bumps up against the cabin door.

She moans into my mouth, surprised at my aggression.

Hey, I never said I’d be a complacent participant. I just said I wanted her to make the first move.

All the other moves from this point on belong to me.

I take her hands away from my cock and lift both arms above her head, pinning them to the door

with one firm grip on her wrists. Then I break away from the heated kiss and take my lips to her neck

where I suck, and nip, and kiss her until she’s fighting the tickle with a giggle and giving into the

dominance by leaning her head to the side, allowing for better access.

I press my chest up to her breasts and my cock against her stomach.

“Oh, God,” she says. “I thought you wanted me to boss you?”