Page 56 of Graveyard Dog

“Yes,” she said.

“You can say no.”

“Yes!” she said again. “Please, yes.”

He worked a second finger in gently and then got into position, using his free hand to cup her right breast. Just before he entered her, he pinched the nipple. She cried out and tensed, making his entrance even tighter, but he held still for a long moment, giving her time to adjust. When she was ready, she pressed against him.

He held her with one arm and slid his fingers between her labia with the other, brushing her clit with soft strokes, coaxing her to come. He started slow and shallow, but with each thrust, he went deeper and faster, pounding into her with a ferocity he hadn’t felt in a very long time.

Her head was still against his shoulder, and he knew she was close when she whined, the pitch high, the sound expectant. He covered her mouth with his as the whines got louder and pumped into her even harder. Even faster. The sounds. The scents. The sensations. The sensual pleasure of it all caused the orgasm he’d been holding at bay to push its way through his barriers. He exploded inside her, coming in a sea of ragged thrusts and jagged gasps.

She screamed into his mouth, riding the high herself, shivering uncontrollably when she started the descent. She gaped up at him as they stood panting in each other’s arms.

“You okay?”

“Very.”

Good. He turned on the water, the initial cold stealing their breath.

Izzy laughed and said something to him along the lines of, “Don’t drop the soap.” He couldn’t be sure. He was still reeling.

No matter what happened in the future, he knew one thing for certain. This shower would definitely survive the remodel.

“Are you okay?” she asked as they lay in her bed.

“It’s been twenty-four hours.”

“Twenty-four hours?” she asked.

“Since we met. Well, again.”

She looked at her clock. “You’re right. You knocked on my door at two in the morning.” She shook her head. “This has been both the worst and the best day of my life.”

“I do that,” he said. “I’ve been told I’m polarizing.”

She snorted. “You’re something.”

He pulled her closer, her little spoon fitting perfectly with his. “So let me get this straight.”

“Mmm?” she asked, getting sleepy.

“You ordered me not to be mesmerized ever again?”

“To be immune. Yes.”

He nodded in understanding. “Did you do that to Emma, as well?”

She looked over her shoulder at him, the grin that swept across her face was more sheepish than proud. “I did. I was worried I would do something I would regret. The sad part is, I did do something I’ve regretted.”

“Really? What?”

“I made her immune,” she said with a soft laugh. “Do you know how much easier it would be if I could order her to eat her dinner? To go to sleep? To pick up her toys?”

He chuckled, not believing her for a minute. “You don’t mean that.”

“I don’t. Not even a little. I know what it’s like to have one’s autonomy taken away. I would never do that to her.”

“You’re pretty noble, too.”

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