When Isabella revealed to Omar that she was in a relationship, he made up his mind that she was definitely more trouble than she was worth.
Although he was eager for Avery to experience the touch of another woman, Isabella wasn't the the one for the job.
The last thing either of them needed was for her to wake up the next morning and regret what happened the night before.
Once Omar made sure there was a car to take Isabella back to wherever she was staying, he took Avery up to his bedroom and used his mouth to make her come apart before they fell asleep tangled in the sheets together.
The next morning, Avery was up before Omar, leaving him alone in the bed as she went to sit out the balcony in his room and bask in the morning sun.
"I want to take you shopping later," Omar smirked, his hand resting leisurely in his underpants his eyes traced over Avery's naked body as she pulled her hair into a loose bun, her caramel skin glowing as the early morning Turks and Caicos sun filtered through the curtains.
"Why?" Avery asked, her smirk matching his as she walked back over to the bed, climbing on top of him, straddling his waist. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his earlobe as she whispered, "I don't want you to feel like you have to spend on me, that isn't what this is,"
Omar chuckled, his hands sliding up her thighs, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "Trust me, Avery," he murmured, his voice husky with lust, "I don't feel obligated to spend on you. I want to take you shopping because it's something that I want to do with you."
The lines of being a one night stand had long since blurred after their second night together, and was completely diminished when he asked her to stay with him for the remainder of her trip.
Avery could feel the genuine affection in Omar's words, and it warmed her heart. She had never expected their casual fling to turn into something more, but here they were, tangled in each other's arms, their connection growing stronger with each passing day.
As she gazed into his deep brown eyes, she saw a vulnerability that matched her own. They had both been hurt in the past, but somehow, they had found solace in each other's company. The thought of spending the rest of her trip with him excited her, and she couldn't help but smile.
"I would love to go shopping with you, Omar," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity. "But only if you let me treat you too. This isn't just about me; it's about us."
Omar's hands continued to caress her thighs, his touch igniting a fire within her. He nodded, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. "Deal," he whispered, his voice dripping with desire. "We'll spoil each other."
Their connection went beyond physical attraction now. It was an emotional bond that neither of them had anticipated. They had found comfort in each other, and their shared experiences had brought them closer together.
As they prepared to embark on their shopping adventure, Avery couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected turn their relationship had taken. She knew that this trip was so much more than just a vacation; it had become a journey of self-exploration and discovery.
Hand in hand, they stepped out into the vibrant streets of Turks and Caicos, ready to explore the world around them and each other. The sun kissed their skin, casting a golden glow on their intertwined fingers, as they walked through the streets.
Despite its abundance of luxury stores, it was incredibly slow paced and more relaxed than the environment she was used to when shopping.
Avery found herself enjoying the change of pace. The locals greeted them with warm smiles, and the colorful buildings lining the streets added to the island's charm. As they strolled hand in hand, Omar pointed out various shops and boutiques, sharing stories of his previous visits to the island.
They entered a small, quaint boutique that caught Avery's eye. The air inside was filled with the scent of sweet exotic flowers, but the racks were adorned with lingerie and toys made with the intention of pleasuring whoever chose to use them.
As Avery came to a wall at the back of the store, her breathing deepened as she felt a jolt of electricity pass through her clit.
She turned to find Omar standing behind her, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He reached out, his fingers gently grazing her arm, sending shivers down her spine.
"Feeling adventurous, are we?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive.
Avery's cheeks flushed, but she couldn't deny the excitement that coursed through her veins. With a playful smile, she leaned in closer to him, her lips brushing against his ear.
"Maybe," she murmured, her voice filled with amusement.
Omar's grip tightened around her waist, pulling her even closer. The air between them crackled with desire as they exchanged a knowing look. Without a word, they began to browse the selection of tantalizing items, their fingers brushing against each other as they reached for different pieces.
As they explored the various options, Avery couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence. With Omar by her side, she felt safe to explore her deepest desires without judgment or shame. They selected a few items that piqued their interest, their choices reflecting their shared curiosity and willingness to push boundaries.
"Have you ever used one of those on someone?" Omar asked in amusement as he watched Avery inspect a leather whip she picked up.
"No," she shook her head as she placed it back where she found it. "Have you?"
"I have," Omar confirmed making her eyes go wide with awe. "Someone from my past enjoyed a certain type of sex and I enjoyed giving it to her," he explained further.
"So you were a dom?" Avery asked, he eye's glistening with wonder as she looked up at Omar.
"More or less," he shrugged coolly, as Avery's mind began to wonder.
She couldn't help but feel a wave of curiosity and excitement at the thought of exploring with Omar. The idea of him taking control, of surrendering herself to his desires, sent a thrill through her body.
"Would you...would you dominate me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Omar's eyes darkened with desire as he looked down at her. He could see the hunger in her eyes, the yearning for something more. With a slow, deliberate movement, he reached out and gently cupped her face, his thumb tracing her bottom lip.
"If that's what you want, Avery," he replied, his voice filled with a mixture of tenderness and dominance. "I'll do whatever you ask me to."
Reaching for a small metal egg shaped plug and a slightly bigger one, Omar watched Avery's eyes as they widened with anticipation. He handed her the smaller plug, his fingers brushing against hers, and whispered, "We can start with this one."
Avery's heart raced as she took the plug from him, feeling the weight of it in her hand. She had never explored this side of her sexuality before, but with Omar by her side, she felt safe to delve into her deepest desires.
"Have you ever used a safe word?" Omar asked, his voice filled with concern and care.
Avery shook her head, her eyes locked with his. "No, I haven't," she admitted, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "But I trust you, Omar. I trust that you will always respect my boundaries and stop if I need you to."
Omar nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Consent and communication are crucial in any exploration," he said, his voice steady. "We will establish a safe word, something that you feel comfortable using if you ever want to pause or stop."
Avery took a deep breath, feeling a surge of empowerment. "How about 'pineapple'?" she suggested, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.
Omar chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Pineapple it is," he agreed, his voice laced with anticipation.
With their safe word established, Avery felt a newfound sense of trust and excitement. As they continued their shopping adventure, they couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull towards each other, their desires intertwining with each passing moment.
As the sun began to set over the island, Avery's want for the man she'd spent the last few days lost in desire with, had reached boiling point.
Taking Omar's hand, she led him down a dimly lit alley nestled between two designer boutiques, her mind in the gutter as she looked over her shoulder at him, eyeing him lustfully.
Omar's eyes widened with anticipation as he followed Avery into the secluded alley. The dim lighting cast a seductive glow on her caramel skin, intensifying the desire that burned between them. He could feel his own pulse quicken, his body responding to her unspoken invitation.
Without a word, Avery pressed Omar against the brick wall, her hands roaming eagerly over his chest. The urgency in her touch matched his own, their bodies craving the release that only each other could provide.
Their lips crashed together in a passionate, hungry kiss, their tongues dancing in a frenzy of desire. Omar's hands found their way to Avery's waist, pulling her closer, their bodies molding together as if they were made for each other.
Reaching down Avery's fingers fumbled with the waistband of Omar's shorts, her impatience evident. She wanted to feel him come apart for her.
Even in her previous relationship that admittedly lasted years longer than it should have, Avery had never been made to feel so wild and free.
With Omar, a man she'd met less than a week ago, it was as if he'd awakened something inside of her Their connection went beyond the physical; it was a deep, primal connection that ignited a fire within Avery. As she finally freed Omar from his shorts, she couldn't help but marvel at the sight of him, hard and ready for her.
With a mischievous smile, she dropped to her knees, her hands gripping his hips as she took him into her mouth. Omar's breath hitched, his fingers gripping at the bun in her hair as she expertly pleasured him. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and he couldn't help but let out a low groan of pleasure.
Avery's tongue swirled around him, her lips creating a delicious suction that drove him wild. She could feel his body trembling with desire, his hands tightening in her hair. She knew she had him right where she wanted him.
As she continued to pleasure him, Omar's mind was consumed with the raw, unadulterated pleasure that Avery was giving him. He had never felt so desired, so wanted, in his entire life. The intensity of their connection was overwhelming, and he knew that he was completely and utterly lost in her.
"I need to get you back to the fucking house," he said with a tight jaw and gritted teeth as he gazed down at her.
Avery looked up at Omar, her eyes filled with want and mischief. She released him from her mouth, a trail of saliva glistening on her lips as she stood up, her body pressed against his.
"Lead the way," she whispered, her voice husky with lust.
Omar wasted no time. He grabbed Avery's hand and practically dragged her out of the alley, their bodies moving in sync as they hurried the meeting point they'd arranged with their driver earlier.
Their hearts raced with anticipation as they reached the car, their bodies practically vibrating with desire. Omar opened the door and pulled Avery inside, the confined space only intensifying their need for each other.
As the car sped towards their temporary sanctuary, their hands roamed freely, exploring each other's bodies with a hunger that couldn't be contained. Their lips met in a frenzy of kisses, their tongues dancing in a passionate rhythm.
The driver discreetly averted his gaze, giving them the privacy they craved. The tension in the car was palpable, the air thick with desire and anticipation. They couldn't wait to be alone, to give in to their primal urges and lose themselves in each other.
Finally, the car pulled up to the luxurious villa Avery had been calling home for the past few days. Omar practically carried her through the front door, their lips locked in a desperate kiss. They stumbled towards the bedroom, shedding their clothes along the way, leaving a trail of discarded garments in their wake.
Letting out a squeal as Omar dropped her to the bed, Avery rolled over before sitting up, her knees a shoulder width apart as she placed her hands flat on her thighs, silently submitting herself to the man standing over her.
Letting out a squeal as Omar dropped her onto the bed, Avery rolled over before sitting up. Her knees a shoulder-width apart as she placed her hands flat on her thighs, silently submitting herself to the man standing over her.
Omar's eyes darkened as he took in the sight before him. Avery's submission only fueled the fire within him, awakening a dominant side that he had been left dormant. He knew that Avery trusted him implicitly, and he would do everything in his power to honor that trust.
With a slow, deliberate movement, Omar stepped closer to Avery, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her cheek. His touch was both tender and commanding, a perfect balance that sent shivers down her spine.
"You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of adoration and authority. "I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before, Avery. Are you ready to surrender yourself to me?"
Avery's breath hitched at his words, her body trembling with anticipation. She had never experienced this level of vulnerability, this level of trust, with anyone before. But with Omar, she felt safe to explore her deepest desires, to let go of control and let him take charge.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "I'm ready, Omar. I trust you."
Omar's lips curled into a predatory smile as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest. The room was filled with a charged energy, the air thick with want. He moved towards the bed, his eyes locked with Avery's, as he shed the last of his clothing.
Omar was truly a sight to behold, standing at around 6'3 with almond shaped eyes that had kept Avery enchanted since their first meeting. His honey complexioned skin that he'd chosen to make with tattoos that each told a story. His chiselled jaw and perfect lips all came together to create a man who exuded power and confidence. Avery couldn't tear her eyes away from him, her heart pounding in her chest.
As Omar climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over Avery's, he leaned down and captured her lips in a searing kiss. Their tongues danced together, their breaths mingling in a passionate symphony. Avery's body arched towards him, aching for his touch.
Omar's hands roamed over Avery's exposed skin, his touch igniting a trail of fire wherever he went. He traced the curve of her breasts, his fingers teasing her hardened nipples, before trailing down her stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
Avery gasped as Omar's fingers dipped between her thighs, finding her already wet and ready for him. He circled her clit with his thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure to send waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her back arched off the bed, a moan escaping her lips.
"You're so responsive," Omar whispered, his voice filled with awe. "I want to make every inch of your beautiful body mine."
Leaving Avery on the bed, Omar went to grab the bag of delights they brought while shopping, his mind growing more carnal by the second as he looked into the bag pulling out the smaller or the metal plugs he purchased, removing from its sterile packaging before going back over to the bed.
Bringing the cool metal up to her lips he let out a low growl. "Open your mouth, Avery," he commanded, his voice dripping with dominance.
Avery obeyed without hesitation, parting her lips to allow Omar to slide the metal plug between her teeth. The taste of the cool metal sent a shiver down her spine, heightening her anticipation for what was to come.
With a swift motion, Omar removed the plug from her mouth and positioned himself between her legs. He teased her entrance with the tip of the plug, his eyes locked with hers as he slowly pushed it inside her.
Avery gasped at the sensation, feeling the cool metal filling her, stretching her in the most delicious way. She couldn't help but moan as Omar began to move the plug in and out, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body.
As Omar continued to pleasure her with the plug, his other hand found its way to her clit, his fingers expertly massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves. The combination of the plug and his touch had Avery on the edge of ecstasy, her body trembling with need.
"Please," she begged, her voice filled with desperation. "I need more, Omar."
Omar's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he removed the plug from Avery's tight heat, bringing it to his own lips so he could suck it clean making Avery moan.
"I tonight I want to see how many times I can make you orgasm before you beg for me to stop." Omar explained
Avery's eyes widened at Omar's words, a mixture of excitement and anticipation coursing through her veins. She had never experienced such a level of intensity and dominance before, and the thought of Omar pushing her to her limits sent a thrill down her spine.
"Please, Omar," she whispered, her voice filled with need. "I want to feel everything you have to offer."
Omar's lips curled into a wicked smile as he positioned himself between Avery's legs once again. He wasted no time, his fingers delving into her wetness, exploring every inch of her with a purposeful touch. Avery's body quivered under his ministrations, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
With each stroke of his fingers, Omar brought Avery closer to the edge, teasing her relentlessly. He knew exactly how to touch her, how to make her body sing with pleasure. His thumb circled her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send her spiraling towards ecstasy.
Avery's moans filled the room as Omar continued to pleasure her, his fingers moving in a rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart. She was on the verge of release, her body trembling with anticipation.
Just as Avery felt herself teetering on the edge, Omar withdrew his fingers, denying her the release she so desperately craved. She whimpered in frustration, her body aching for release.
"Patience, baby," Omar whispered, his voice laced with a mix of authority and tenderness. "I want to savor every moment of your pleasure."
Avery nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and trust. She knew that Omar was in control, and she was more than willing to surrender herself to him completely.
Omar left her once again, this time pulling out the silky tie of her robe that she left folded neatly on her pillow. He gently placed it over Avery's eyes, blocking out her sense of sight and heightening her other senses. The anticipation of not knowing what he would do next sent a thrill through her body.
As Avery lay blindfolded, Omar continued to explore her body, his hands and lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He kissed and nipped at her neck, her collarbone, and her breasts, eliciting moans of pleasure from her lips.
With each touch, each caress, Avery felt herself falling deeper into a state of bliss. She had never felt so alive, so consumed by pleasure. Omar knew exactly how to push her boundaries, how to make her body sing with desire.
Omar's lips traveled lower, leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles along Avery's stomach, until he reached the apex of her thighs. He spread her legs wider, his hot breath fanning over her sensitive flesh.
Avery's breath hitched as she felt Omar's tongue flick against her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She writhed against the bed, her hands gripping the sheets as she surrendered herself to the sensations.
Omar's tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes, teasing and tormenting Avery with each flick. He knew exactly how to bring her to the edge, how to make her body quiver with need. His fingers joined in, slipping inside her and curling just right to hit her most sensitive spot.
Avery's moans filled the room, her body arching off the bed as she approached her climax. The blindfold heightened her senses, making every touch, every stroke, feel more intense.
As Avery reached the peak of her pleasure, Omar increased the pressure of his tongue and fingers, pushing her over the edge. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, Avery lay panting on the bed, her body spent and sated. Omar removed the blindfold, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and adoration as he looked down at her.
"Are you ready for more, beautiful?" he asked, his voice filled with a hint of mischief.
Avery's eyes sparkled with desire as she nodded, her body still humming with the remnants of her orgasm. She was ready to surrender herself to Omar completely, to explore the depths of pleasure that he had promised her.
"Yes, Omar," she whispered, her voice filled with an insatiable need. "I'm ready for whatever you have in store for me."
"Get up," Omar ordered, watching as Avery stood from the bed on shaky legs, her nipples standing on end as they called out to be licked and sucked by him.
Wrapping his hand around her throat, Omar pulled Avery's body into his, his long, hard dick pressed between them as his tongue explored her mouth, before he sucked her tongue into his own, catching it between his lips.
"I've noticed during our time together, you're a naturally submissive woman," he smirked knowingly. "At least, with me you are." Omar corrected himself.
"But I want to see how willing you truly are." He whispered hotly, his lips curving into a smirk against the side of her face as he felt her breathing deepening.
"How much of yourself you're willing to give to me....how much you're willing to take and how deep your pretty little body is willing to take me." Omar continued, making Avery whimper as her clit found its own heartbeat.
Avery's body trembled with a mix of excitement and apprehension as she listened to Omar's words. She had always been drawn to the idea of surrendering herself completely, of exploring the depths of her desires with someone who understood her needs. And now, with Omar, she had found that person.
Her heart raced as she felt Omar's grip tighten around her throat, his dominance radiating off him in waves. She didn't regard herself as naturally submissive, but with him, it felt different. It felt right.
Avery's mind was filled with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions as Omar's lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her body responding eagerly to his touch.
Omar's words echoed in her mind, fueling her desire to please him, to give herself over to him completely. She wanted to show him just how willing she was, just how deep she was willing to go.
With a surge of newfound confidence, Avery pushed her body against Omar's, feeling the hard length of him pressing against her. She moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders as she surrendered herself to the moment.
Omar's grip on her throat tightened, his dominance asserting itself even more. He could feel Avery's willingness, her eagerness to explore the depths of pleasure with him. It excited him, fueled his own desire to push her boundaries.
As his lips left hers, Omar's hand trailed down her body, his fingers grazing over her sensitive skin. He could feel her trembling under his touch, her body craving more.
Without warning, Omar spun Avery around, pressing her against the nearest wall. He pinned her hands above her head, his body pressed against hers as he whispered into her ear.
"Are you ready to truly submit to me, Avery?" he growled, his voice filled with a mix of desire and authority. "To let me take you to places you've never been before?"
Avery's breath hitched at his words, her body responding instinctively to his dominance. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper as she replied, "Yes, Omar. I'm ready."
With a wicked smile, Omar released her hands, allowing her to brace herself against the wall. He wasted no time, his hands exploring every inch of her body, his touch igniting a fire within her.
Avery's moans filled the room as Omar's fingers delved between her thighs, finding her wet and waiting for him. He teased her entrance, circling her clit with his thumb, before slowly pushing two fingers inside her.
She gasped at the sensation, feeling herself stretch to accommodate him. The pleasure was overwhelming, her body craving more.
Omar's fingers moved in a rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge. Avery's body arched against the wall, her moans growing louder with each passing moment.
Just as she felt herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, Omar withdrew his fingers, denying her release once again. Avery whimpered in frustration, her body aching for release.
"Patience Avery," Omar whispered, his voice filled with a mix of authority and tenderness. "I want to take my time."
Avery nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and trust. She knew that Omar was in control, and she was more than willing to surrender herself to him completely.
Omar stepped back, his eyes filled with a hunger that sent shivers down Avery's spine. He walked back over to grab length of silk rope he used earlier, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
"Turn around and face the wall," he commanded, his voice filled with a commanding tone that made Avery's knees weak. She obeyed without hesitation, her body buzzing with anticipation.
As Avery stood with her back to him, Omar expertly tied the silk rope around her wrists, securing them together. He then guided her hands above her head, placing them up on the wall.
Avery's heart raced as she felt the silk rope tighten around her wrists, the feeling of restraint heightening her senses. She was completely at Omar's mercy, and the thought sent a thrill through her body.
Omar stepped back to admire his handiwork, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and satisfaction. He circled around Avery, his fingers trailing lightly over her exposed skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
"Are you ready to truly surrender?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of authority and tenderness. "To let me push your boundaries?"
Avery's breath hitched as she nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. She had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, and yet, she had never felt so alive.
Omar's lips curled into a wicked smile as he stepped closer to Avery, his body pressed against hers. He whispered into her ear, his voice laced with desire.
"Arch you back and give yourself to me," he growled. "I want to see how deep your pretty little body can take me."
Avery's heart raced at Omar's words, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins. She took a deep breath, letting go of any lingering doubts or inhibitions. With a newfound determination, she arched her back, offering herself completely to Omar.
Despite the dull discomfort, she wanted to know just how much of him she could take. She wanted him to have his way.
Omar wasted no time in taking advantage of Avery's surrender. He positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips firmly as he guided himself into her. Avery gasped at the feeling of him filling her, her body stretching to accommodate his size.
As Omar began to move, his thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one pushing Avery closer to the edge. She moaned with every movement, her body responding eagerly to his dominance.
The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with their shared moans of pleasure. Avery's hands strained against the silk rope, her desire to touch him growing stronger with each passing moment.
Omar sensed her need and released her hands from their restraints, allowing her to wrap her arms around herself, pulling him deeper inside her. Avery's nails dug into his skin, leaving marks of their passion.
"Use me," she moaned looking over her shoulder at him, a pleading look in her eyes as toed the line of Omar's control. He understood her unspoken request and took it as permission to unleash his full dominance. With a growl, he gripped Avery's hips tighter, his thrusts becoming more forceful and primal.
Avery's body responded eagerly to his increased intensity, her moans growing louder as her pleasure intensified. She surrendered herself completely to the sensations, her mind consumed by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her.
"You're so fucking bad," Omar groaned as he reached up to wrap his hand around the front of her throat, biting down on her ear as she began throwing her ass back on him, meeting his deep thrusts.
Avery's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as Omar's grip tightened around her throat, the mixture of pleasure and pain sending her senses into overdrive. She reveled in his dominance, feeling an intense connection between them as they moved together in perfect rhythm.
Omar's primal growls filled the room, fueling Avery's desire even further. She craved his control, his raw power over her. With each thrust, she felt herself being pushed to new heights of pleasure, her body on the brink of exploding.
As Omar's hand tightened around her throat, Avery's breath became shallow, her heart pounding in her chest. The intensity of their encounter was overwhelming, but she trusted Omar completely to take her to the edge and beyond.
Their bodies moved in a frenzy of passion, their moans and cries of pleasure mingling in the air. Avery's nails dug deeper into Omar's skin, leaving marks of their shared desire. The pain only heightened her pleasure, pushing her closer to the edge.
With a final, powerful thrust, Omar sent Avery hurtling over the edge, her body convulsing in waves of ecstasy. She cried out his name, her voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and surrender.
Omar's own release followed shortly after, his body trembling with the intensity of his climax. He held onto Avery tightly, their bodies intertwined as they rode out the waves of pleasure together.
As their breathing slowed and their bodies relaxed, Omar pressed a gentle kiss to Avery's neck, his voice filled with tenderness.
"You were incredible, Avery," he whispered, his words filled with genuine admiration. "Thank you for trusting me."
Avery turned to face him, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Thank you for showing me a side of myself I never knew existed," she replied, her tired voice filled with a newfound confidence.
"You're welcome," Omar smiled lazily. "The pleasure was all mine."
A time was had writing this chapter!
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