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“Like um tying up?”
    He chuckled. The boy next-door eyes crinkled playfully. He had a nerve being so calm and confident when she was a wreck. She was the one with few options, and it didn’t feel like a choice at all.
    Russ looked into her face and grew serious. He touched her mouth with a thumb tip. “Don’t look so sad. I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to, and no, I didn’t mean tying you up.”
    She breathed a sigh of relief.
    “Turn over.”
    Russ kept her from lying back so he could slip the nightie over her head. Now she had no barriers against his roving hands and his hungry eyes. He took her in, staring at every visible inch. She was somewhat thin, she knew, because she ate far less so there would always be enough for the girls. Not to mention being sick a lot with Isaac.
    Russ’s fingers played over her nipples, and he cupped one breast in his palm. The peak pebbled under his touch. She had to admit it felt kind of good. So far sickness was the farthest thing from her mind. Her body accepted his touch and seemed to want more.
    She spread her legs, and Russ used his fingers to part her nether lips even more. He moaned. “You’re still so wet, honey. Once more.”
    He buried his head between her legs and brought her to a second climax. She cried out his name when he licked her like he loved how she tasted and couldn’t get enough.
    When he finished, Russ hopped off the bed and snatched open the button on his pants and tore the zipper down. Joy couldn’t look away. She wanted to see it, having heard the stereotype that white men were smaller than black men. Isaac had been average, but the way he made her feel—or not feel—he might as well as have had pencil dick.
    Russ uncovered his shaft, and she stared. He was thick, maybe a little more than Isaac in that regard, but he wasn’t longer. Russ palmed his dick and stroked it. He was rigid already, and the precome gathered at the tip. She watched as he rolled a condom onto his erection then climbed back onto the bed.
    “When we’re both comfortable,” he said, “we can get rid of this. Unless you don’t use birth control?”
    “I’m fixed,” she said. She’d done it a couple years after Nicolette was born and didn’t regret it.
    He seemed shocked, but he didn’t comment. Joy lay back. She bit her lip again. This was it. She was going to let a man inside her for the express purpose of taking care of her and her kids. At least with Isaac, he started out as her boyfriend. She had stayed longer than she should have, but Russ was different.
    Russ climbed atop her and lay between her legs. She felt the head of his shaft press against her opening. He leaned up to look into her face and pushed fingers into her hair. “Relax, Joy. It’s okay.”
    He kissed her, and it took a long time this round to recognize that she liked his kisses. Russ’s tongue slid into her mouth, and when it did, his dick eased into her snatch. She spread her legs wider and felt every inch as he pumped deep. He gave a choked cry of pleasure, pulled out, and pushed in again. Her muscles gave into him right away, and he hooked hands beneath her knees to raise them. Soon, he was thumping in and out of her heat and moaning.
    Their bodies moved together and away in a simple rhythm. Little by little, she relaxed enough not to lie there like a stone. She pushed up to him to meet his thrusts and arched her hips away. Russ pumped faster and moved harder. He felt heavy, driving her into the bed. A gathering of nerves in her core shot arrows of sensation to her heat. She clutched his shoulders.
    “Joy,” he whispered and took her lips in another kiss. She surrendered to him as he wanted her to, and when she least expected it, a third orgasm hit, sending quakes throughout her body.
    Russ reached between them and grasped her bud. He massaged it gently and steadily until she peaked and tumbled into total satisfaction. When she was done, he moved his hand, and