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“You say I’m in my head all the time, but it’s you,” he croaked. “You are in my fucking head all day long.”
There was the slightest pressure around my throat, then a growl in his— And then his mouth covered mine.
And it came in the form of three little words, two buckling eyes, and one strangled utterance. “I give up.” And then he consumed me.
“I—” My failed attempt at talking creaked out, lighting my brain up with embarrassment. Now Dominic knew something was wrong, cupping my cheek with concern. “Are you all right?”
No😭😭
My heart was sick for Dominic Reed.
Girl, me too
“Daddy, Ms. Kat says we need bathrooms in our mansion, but there’re no rooms left.” She angled herself towards the kitchen directly behind me. “Can you and Ms. Kat share a room so I can make yours a bathroom?”
Dominic couldn’t have been much better. How uncomfortable he was with his daughter putting me and him in a bedroom together in this play-doh house reeked through his dismissive tone. “That’s fine.”
My breath held tight as Dominic moved, hand reaching over to the bowl on my left. He scooped out two fingers dipped in bright pink frosting, apprehension ballooning my lungs as he brought them to my face. A giant smile cut through my gasp as he slicked his two fingers down my cheek, painting my face with a streak of pink. Both Maya and Bugs draped the room in an explosion of tinsel giggles. “Am I boring now, Ms. Sanders?”
HOT HOT HOT SO HOT
My ailing heart nearly gave out all together when long fingers wrapped around my thin wrist and tugged me down. A gasp stuck in my throat as I fell to his thigh, and he perched me on his lap.
“You’re a little drunk, aren’t you?” He donned a look of lazy consideration, eyelids blinking slowly. “Potentially.”
“Because I’m reckless and impulsive even when I’m sober, and apparently, you’re a flirt when you’re drunk.”
Dominic made an irritated groan in the back of his throat. “God, flirting sounds so juvenile.”
“What would you rather I call it?”
Dominic settled his warm gaze on me, searching through my eyes with this quiet satisfaction, like he discovered something he liked more and more each time he looked at me. “Just call it talking. That’s what it feels like with you. Like the easiest conversation I’ve ever had.”
I pulled back air to respond when he cut me off with a warning. “And don’t say daddy issues, because…” The curve to his mouth was slow-rising and roguish. “I’m not sure what I would do with that in this state.”
Oh?!
“I was wondering what she would have worn and if it would have been something picked specifically to drive me up the wall.” His fingers around my waist squeezed, chastising me for something I hadn’t done but totally would.
I inhaled, squirming on his lap as his confession got deeper, throatier, and slowly spiraled me out of my senses. “I wondered if she knew how to slow dance or if she’d be clumsy at it and that filthy mouth would spin out of control until I kissed it shut. I’d kiss it until she forgot what she was saying and I forgot that she was dancing all over my feet, and all I’d remember was the taste of those strawberry lips.”
Two firm hands found my hips and moved me more center, fixing me up on my knees on the seat of the chair between his thighs. I was weak as he moved me, kneeling over him with Dominic’s hands sliding up to the dips of my waist, holding me still. His eyes were shining, fucking shining up at me, his truth creating its own light.
AHHHHHHH
“I thought about that spitfire woman all night long, and that’s why I didn’t ask Heather to dance.”
I pinched my eyes closed through the pain so I couldn’t see
Dominic’s concern as he spoke, but I sure heard it like it was a gunshot.
“Ms. Sanders,” Dominic hummed, voice as hot as his touch. “I’d have thought you’d have learned better than to lie to me by now.”
“Spread your thighs.” Air rushed out of me, eyes flying open. “What?”
😳🫢🤭🫠
He consumed it all until he cupped my jaw, trapping me in a firm grip. His fingers indented in my jaw, making my neck curve against his wrist. “Spread your thighs over my hips,” he ordered, voice composed and final.
A lethal rumble of hot breath fanned beside my ear. “Good girl.”
Oh god🫣🤭
He ran his nose down the column of my neck. “You ran from me once. I won’t let you do it again.”
I will never run away from you
His hand around my jaw slipped back into my hair, fingers wrapping around strands until he had a fist full of it, but he didn’t pull. Not yet. “Did you plan anything you did that day?” I shook my head back and forth. “Impulsive, remember?” Nuzzling his face in my neck, he growled, “Hard to forget.”
“Keep talking, Ms. Sanders,” Dominic instructed, bringing me back to him.
“I think you have us confused.” Dominic tilted my head back down to him, the black of his pupils eating up the color of his eyes with desire. “Kissing you was the most selfish thing I’ve ever done.”
“You didn’t make me do anything. I’d been thinking about what your lips tasted like for weeks.” He thumbed my bottom lip as if he could taste it just by touching it. When he tried to take that thumb away, I flashed my teeth out to keep it in place.
“You were always flirting with me.” And then it all came undone as the thunder decided to give into his lightning. “Yes.” The word cracked out of me, pleasure spiking up my belly as Dominic pressed my hips down, grinding me over his stiff cock. I sucked back my bottom lip, chewing over it, knowing I had to be quiet even in this big house. He did it again. “Provoking me.” “Yes,” I whimpered, the pressure at my clit singing up to my mouth. “Driving me to the edge of my fucking sanity,” he groaned, squeezing my ass as hard as he could. Bruises. I would absolutely have bruises of fingerprints in
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“I think we’re in trouble,” I breathed.
“I’ve been in trouble since the moment I met you, Ms. Sanders.”
