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My friends.

Men I have dated.

But no one has ever made me feel beautiful like Mario does.

I can't explain it.

But the way he looks at me, the way he talks to me, the way he touches me.

I feel beautiful.

And it isn't the lingerie.

It isn't the money.

It is him.

It is us.

He makes me feel beautiful.

His hands caress my breasts, his eyes never leaving mine, and for the first time in my life, I believe him.

And that's all it takes.

My heart swells, and tears spring to my eyes.

"Cara," he says, concerned. "Are you all right?"

I nod, swallowing back the tears.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," I manage.

He searches my eyes.

"You can tell me anything, Victoria," he says, cupping my cheek.

"I know."

He strokes my cheek with his thumb.

"You can trust me," he says, his voice a low rumble.

"I do."

"Good," he says.

His thumb brushes my lips, and then his mouth is on mine, and his body is pressing into mine.

I can feel the strength of his muscles, the power of his body, and the hard length of his cock pressing against my stomach.

I moan into his mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck.

His kiss is gentle at first.

Soft and sweet.

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