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Thoroughly.
Until she believes it.
"How can I not overthink this?" she whispers, her body shifting slightly toward mine. "You are... you. And I am... me."
"What does that mean?"
"You know what it means."
"I'm afraid I don't."
She lets out a ragged breath.
"It means that you are rich. Powerful. Beautiful."
"And that is a problem for you?" I ask, caressing the soft skin of her hip with my knuckle.
"Yes," she says. "No. I mean, I don't know. It's different. Everything is different with you."
"Is that bad?"
She looks at me like she thinks I might have lost my mind.
"Do you want this, Victoria?"
Her body shivers under my touch.
"I can't imagine that is a difficult question," I say. "Do you want this?"
"Yes."
The word is soft.
Arousal spikes in my blood.
"Then do not argue with me. Do not overthink this."
"I am the master of overthinking. You have no idea. My brain is the fucking king of overthinking."
"Then put your brain away."
"My brain doesn't work like that."
Gently, I slide my finger through her wet folds.
"I am willing to bet that it does," I say, finding her clit.
Her knees buckle slightly.
"Mario."
"If your brain will not cooperate, perhaps other parts of you will."
"Perhaps."
I lean closer and catch her earlobe between my teeth.
She gasps, and her hips rock against my hand.
