Page 26 of Devotion

“You keep leaving me.”

My eyes dart to Martinez before quickly snapping back toward the shadow. Only to find that it isn’t there anymore. Assuming it ever was.

“You know, I’m starting to think you’re not really feeling this,” Martinez says.

I don’t immediately answer, because I’m searching the now dimly lit street for what I saw.

Or… what IthinkI saw.

“Wanna get out of here?”

Eventually, I give up my search, thinking I’m legit losing my fucking mind. I focus on Martinez again, remembering he’s just asked a question.

“Sorry, what was that?”

He rests both elbows on the table when he smirks and leans in. “I’m just thinking we can take off. You know, fordessert?”

He’s a lot of things, but subtle isn’t one of them. I’m also kicking myself for thinking this dinner wouldn’t end with him trying to get his dick wet.

But he’s actually in luck. Given the events of the last twenty-four hours, I could probably use the help getting my mind off things. Even if only for a little while.

“Fine, but my place is a mess.”

“Do I look like I give a shit?” he smirks. “Trust me, the last thing I’ll be thinking about is your dirty laundry, Layla. Besides, your place is closer, and I’m not sure I can wait.”

He glances down at my tits in another non-subtle gesture.

I suppress an eye roll, already sliding out of the booth as he drops cash onto the table.

“Then, my place it is, I guess. Again.”

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Layla

Distracted by the feel of Martinez’s lips on the back of my neck, it takes me twice as long to unlock the door. The moment I have it, he’s on me, turning me to face him as we push through the entrance of my apartment. He kicks the door closed with his foot, never missing a beat as he unbuttons my shirt, then starts on my jeans.

I climb onto the bed, admiring his strong build when he quickly grabs his t-shirt over his head, tossing it aside before starting on his belt and zipper. It seems like he’s naked in a flash, his weight covering me.

Again, there isn’t an ounce of foreplay, so we’re on two separate pages. He’s hard and ready to just dive in, whereas I might need a little priming.

“Can we slow down?”

“What?” he breathes against my neck, kissing and sucking my skin.

“I asked if we can slow down. You know, take a little time to get into it?”

He leans away, and our eyes lock through the darkness. “Do you feel this shit? It doesn’t get moreinto itthan this,” he says, thrusting his dick against my inner thigh.

I place a hand on his shoulder to hold him off. “While that’s nice foryou,I’m not quite there yet.”

He stares a moment, leaving me to wonder how he’ll react. But then he takes a deep breath and nods.

“Yeah, sure. I hear you.”

The unenthusiastic response grates on my nerves a bit, but he’s forgiven when his lips find my neck again, placing long, feather-like kisses against my skin. His hand slowly smooths up my torso, gripping my breast through my bra.

“Better?”

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