For all of your holier-than-thou attitude, you’ll be the one benefiting from my dirty mind. Joel Banner is taking you away and I won’t see you for the next two weeks. I’ll be damned if I don’t fuck the hell out of you before you leave in a few hours.
She was still hesitant the second time around, but I pushed her to accept Joel’s incredible offer. She’ll be going on tour with him for the next six months. I’ll be flying out to be with her every single weekend. Unfortunately, this coming weekend, I’ll be in New York, so I have to make up for it.
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You’re greedy. And slightly jealous. Ha ha!
Joel is no longer a threat. He makes it a policy to never go after another man’s girl. I respect that about him.
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I grin and tap out another text.
You want to play hard to get, blondie? I’m game.
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There’s no end to your dominant nature?
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You mean there’s no end for my insatiable hunger for you?
She looks up at me.
I wink.
Her grin is so fucking wide right now.
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What if we get caught?
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Don’t even pretend you wouldn’t love that. Who keeps pushing me to go back to Dark Compulsion any chance we have?
Her cheeks turn beet-red.
Enough back-and-forth. My private bathroom. Drop the panties. Go. Now!
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Yes, sir.
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Without looking my way, Dom heads toward the stairs. I wait a few short minutes before following her. With each step, my cock throbs in anticipation. This isn’t the first time we’ve sneaked around––in fact, we’re pretty good at it by now––but the challenge of not getting caught is such a rush, it heightens everything.
I’m so turned on, you’d never know I fucked her thoroughly last night. I just can’t seem to get enough of her. Every day she wakes up nestled in my arms is testament to that. There’s nothing like a passionate morning fuck with the woman you love to get your day started on the right foot.
The first month after her attack, intimacy was off the table. I didn’t push. I was ready to wait as long as it took. I never allowed my desire for her to supersede her readiness. Gideon opened up some painful wounds when he crashed back into her life and she needed time to heal.
Speaking of the scumbag, he came back to LA to cover his tracks after a reporter contacted him about a woman who alleged he had forced himself on her. He was desperate to find out who it was and to shut her up. Little did he know, he had a bigger shit storm brewing in London. Soon after Dom’s attack, the media tsunami rolled into the US. Women in Los Angeles and New York came out with their own accusations—carbon copies of the heart-wrenching stories reported in the British press.
As I walk by Marissa’s empty desk, I let out a sigh of relief.
The less she knows, the better.
