You were at her shop barbecue. She’d brought you your favorite drink without asking, pulled you into her lap when the folding chairs ran out. Someone teased her about being whipped.

You grinned. “She’s obsessed. But it’s cute.”

Mal just kissed your shoulder and went back to her burger.

But the second you got through her apartment door?..

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She dropped her keys. Kicked her boots off.

Then turned, hooked two fingers in your belt loop, and pulled you toward the couch.

She sat down, spread her thighs, and tugged you down to straddle her.

“You think I’m obsessed?” she murmured.

You blinked.

Her hand slid up your shirt. Her eyes didn’t blink.

“Baby… I’ve barely started.”

You swallowed.

She pulled you close, lips brushing your jaw. “You wanna know what obsessed looks like?”