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“Nicole.” He says my name as if it’s the last thing on his mind as the world ends.

I may never be the same again.

Chapter 22

Derrick

Something about her makes me forget what I set out to do. This was supposed to be teaching her a lesson. Instead, she taught me how easily she can make me lose my focus.

Nicole looks on drowsily as I maneuver off the bed. With my anger exhausted, I can appreciate how I ended up giving into temptation. Her blouse is still up past her tits, providing a tempting view of the full underside. Meanwhile, the skirt is bunched up, teasing me with the shadow at her pussy.

Damn this woman. She took the abuse, letting me have my release even though I was pushing her at every step. I force myself to turn away because my cock is already stirring, and I haven’t even fully caught my breath.

“We’re going home.” As much as I enjoyed this, I want her in my bed. And as soon as we get home, I’m going to put her there and fuck her untilmyneighbors can hear her pussy getting owned.

She nods, slowly at first. Pushing herself up on her elbows, she picks up the pace. “Okay.”

“Get dressed.” I pull up my jeans. “We’ll grab something to eat on the way.”

She swings her legs over, perching at the edge of the mattress. “Oh.” Her eyes widen then she jumps off so fast you’d think the bed was on fire.

I stop halfway through arranging my shirt. “Something wrong?”

Cheeks aflame, she presses her thighs together. “I, um, need to…” She clutches the side of her skirt with one hand and points urgently toward the bathroom with the other.

Slipping past me, she vanishes into the bathroom, the door promptly reopening. “Could I ask you to grab my bag? It’s on the couch,” she requests, gesturing to the living room.

“Sure.” Zipping up my jeans, I retrieve the bag I spotted earlier. When I return, she’s peeking out the door.

She reaches out. “Let me just take a quick shower—”

I jerk my arm back, drawing the handles out of her reach. I know exactly what she’s going to do, and I’m not about to help her erase me as easily as she did before. “No shower.”

Surprise flickers across her face. “But I—”

“No shower.” I want her disheveled, a reminder of our recent encounter—a sensation not so easily dismissed when she’s covered in my seed. “Clean up. Get dressed. Then we’re leaving.”

Her gaze drops to my chest before meeting my eyes, cheeks flushed again. “Okay,” she murmurs in acquiescence, shutting the door softly behind her.

As I return the bag to the couch in the cramped living room, I take a moment to appraise the surroundings. The apartment speaks of minimalism—sparse furnishings, and a decided lack of clutter. Everything seems meticulously organized.

There’s a compact coffee table that’s seen better days, devoid of flowers, art, or reading materials. The walls are a neutral color, unadorned except for a framed image of the Virgin.

The kitchen area barely has room for one, but everything’s in its place. The only thing that doesn’t seem right is that the oven door is ajar. A detail that strikes me as odd in this otherwise-tidy space.

I move closer and check inside. There are cookie sheets and pans, showing signs of regular use, likely things that don’t fit in the cabinets. Satisfied, I shut the door, ready to catch it in case it’s broken, but no, it stays closed.

The bathroom door opens so I head back to the bedroom. Nicole has a towel wrapped around her waist. She pulls pantiesout of a drawer then moves over to the bed, where she unwraps herself.

The sight of that sweet ass, with the pink mark on her right butt cheek, has my dick getting hard all over again. Way too quickly, she’s pulling up the plain black underwear, ruining what was a perfect view.

Definitely fucking her as soon as we get home.

I wander over to the dresser, putting a finger on either side of the drawer pull as she straightens the bed. She pointedly ignores the spot of wetness at the edge of the bedspread.

I smile to myself, pulling another black panty from the drawer. It’s soft, from use and washing, but I find myself running my fingers over it, knowing it’s touched her skin.

Nicole reaches for the jeans, then stops in her tracks. She looks in my direction, as if asking for permission.