Page 90 of Indiscretion

“I have no fucking idea why I never thought of using this stuff as lube before.” Dawson’s hand moved away, and he gripped my waist and lifted, guiding me onto his thick cock. “Shit.” He froze with just the tip inside me. “Condom.”

I wanted to feel him skin to skin. “I’m on the pill, and I had a checkup recently.”

“Me too. I’m clean.” He groaned. “But I’m not going to last going bare.”

“You won’t need to. Trust me.”

I whimpered as he pulled me down, shoving his long length into my body until my ass hit flush against his thighs. Yet I loved the way it felt when he filled me so completely. He guided me back up, and I looked over my shoulder as he slowly slipped inch by inch from inside me.

Dawson’s eyes were locked on our connection, and his voice was ragged when he spoke. “Just like that. So fucking hot. I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life.”

I tightened my muscles around him, and he let out a string of curses as his eyes squeezed shut. One of Dawson’s hands slid its way up to my throat. His long fingers wrapped around my neck, squeezing tight—just enough to leave me at his mercy. Maybe it should’ve scared me, to put so much trust in a man I’d just started sleeping with, but instead I found it exciting and erotic. I rocked up and down once, twice, on the third time he squeezed my throat tighter and we both went over the edge together.

After, I felt liquified—like my bones had turned to jelly. I collapsed onto his lap, unable to support my own body weight. It was the best orgasm I’d had in my life, and he’d given it to me in under five minutes.

“That was…”

Dawson shifted and cradled me in his arms. “A gift. That’s what everything about you feels like. I’m a thousand-percent sure I don’t deserve it, but I’m also too selfish to do a damn thing about it.”

***

“I should get going.”

Dawson and I had lounged around in a post-sex haze the entire afternoon. Now it was close to four, and I was still in his bedroom, wearing his dress shirt from yesterday. He came up behind me as I searched around for one of my shoes and wrapped his arms around my middle.

“I’ll drive you.”

“The subway is faster. It’s only a few stops on the express.”

He pouted. It was adorable. “Why don’t we have dinner first? I’ll order us some food. Or we can go out, if you want?”

I planted a chaste kiss on his mouth. “I’ve been here almost twenty-four hours.”

“So?”

“I wouldn’t want you to get sick of me already.”

He grinned. “Clearly you have no idea how much I enjoy eating cococunt.”

I laughed and placed my palms on his chest. “This was fun. But I’ll already be getting the third degree from Ryder. Plus, I should get a decent night’s sleep before work tomorrow. My boss is kind of a hard ass.”

Dawson covered my hand and slid it from his chest down to his dick. “You got the hard part right.”

I chuckled. “I think that thing might be broken. It never fully deflates.”

“Not possible when you’re around.”

“You see? Yet another reason I should go. You’ll never be able to rest until that goes down.”

Dawson’s cell phone vibrated from the nearby end table. He looked over and read the flashing name, then held up his pointer. “Give me a minute and then I’ll walk you out. It’s my mom.”

“Okay.” I smiled. “I need to get dressed anyway.”

Dawson swiped to answer and wandered into the other room to talk while I changed into my dress from last night and found my other shoe. I did my best to tame my wild, just-fucked hair, but it wasn’t easy considering the hair accurately represented my day.

Out in the living room, Dawson sat on the couch with his bare feet propped up on the coffee table. This was the first time I’d gotten more than a quick glance at the central area of his apartment. We’d spent almost every moment in the bedroom, except for a few quick trips to the kitchen to refuel and have some chair sex. So I walked around checking out the space while Dawson watched me and talked on the phone to his mother.

My first stop was to a set of tall bookshelves. You can learn a lot about a person by what they read. Dawson had a few rows of thrillers, some nonfiction, and a row of various books about the law. I was just about to move on, check out the rest of the room, when I noticed a book stuck between two David Baldacci novels. The spine was more colorful than the rest. Slipping it out, I read the back and realized there was a very good reason for that. The book was aromancenovel. I turned and held it up to Dawson with a raised brow.

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