Page 59 of Undone, Love Times Three

“I’ve made this weird,” she says.

“It was already weird. I’ve never had someone ask me to promise not to fall for them after one night together.”

“Yeah well, you’d never met someone like me before,” she quips. A little of her is coming back.

“It’s a natural process, not something anyone can control. Just think of it that way and ease into it slowly. Whatever happens, happens.”

“Life doesn’t work like that,” she frowns.

“Sometimes it does. Sometimes things happen the way you least expect them to.”

“I don’t believe in soulmates. People can go through life never find that one true love.”

“That’s true,” I answer. She’s said this once before. It’s so ingrained in her mind.

“Or they can have their heart so badly bruised they’re afraid to…” she trails off.

“Hey, I’m not asking for a label. There is no pressure from me to do something you’re not comfortable with okay?”

“I see it, Daniel. It’s happened before.”

“And what did you do?” I ask, inching back slightly. I’m not sure I want to hear her say it, because I already know the answer. She broke off whatever it was.

“You make it harder to walk away.” It’s not an answer, but it is a roundabout explanation. The best I’m going to get, I suspect.

“I didn’t plan for that to happen.”

She laughs and some of the tension in my chest eases, but this is still precarious. I don’t want her to walk out of here being unsure, or scared. Yet, I can’t force her into anything she doesn’t want to do.

Regardless of how I feel. Putting pressure on her will only make her run away faster.

“Do you still want me to go to the brewery with you?”

My breath stops as I wait for her to answer. It’s going to be painful if she says no. We both know it.

Then she says three little words that change everything.

“Yeah. I do.”

Slam

Adele

My head tips back and I grab onto his thighs, leaning further so my hair trails over his legs. Daniel pulls and lifts me with ease, dragging me up and down his hard shaft. I do my part too, rolling my hips over him.

His hands cup my breasts, and I groan as he toys with my nipples. I love that. My breasts are a very sensitive erogenous zone which Daniel figured out when he kept making me come while playing with them, with his fingers, his tongue or his dick.

He slaps my ass, and my head snaps forward. He grins and sits up, squeezing where he just slapped me and rubbing away the sting.

“Did you just spank me?” I arch a brow.

“Did you like it?”

“Maybe I’d like it better if the roles were reversed.” My hips roll slower, and I clench hard, making his eyes roll back.

“Fuck,” he grinds out. “That’s hot. But I’ve fantasized about putting you over my knee.”

“Like I’ve been a bad girl,” I tease, and then laugh.

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