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“I’m going to come,” I blurted, shoving his face into the pillowand slapping his ass.

Then I came hard—so fucking hard. I could hear him whimpering as Icame inside him, yelling it the fuck out. I didn’t care if the neighbors heardme; in fact, I wanted everyone to hear. I wantedthe worldto hear thatI just came into Dominic Carter’s ass after slapping it and owning it.

When I finished, I pulled out of him and collapsed on the bed,dizzy as fuck.

“Are you okay?” I breathed, my mind blank, because… what did Ijust experience?

Blindly, I reached for his hand until his fingers intertwined withmine, telling me he felt the same.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered.

My thoughts exactly.

We fucked two more times that night, and it made me feel bothashamed and delirious. Ashamed, because I should have gone easy on him, anddelirious, because he asked for it. We did it doggy again, and then with me ontop of him when I made sweet love to him under the flickering light of candles.And although doggy was my favorite position up to that point, I couldn’timagine anything better than fucking Dominic Carter while gazing into his eyesand watching him come with my name on his lips—that funny version of Tye thatsounded more like a whine than a word.

And I learned a lot about him that night. I discovered how hecould be quiet like a mouse while coming but also super loud. How dirty talksometimes made him shy, while at times he would say things that made even meblush. For example, when I asked him how he felt after our third fuck, he said,“My ass hurts. But it’s a good pain, Tye. So good I want your dick up my assagain. I want it to wreck me.”

I also discovered something I already knew—that there was a softerside to Dominic Carter. Flirty, playful, maybe even a little submissive,although he said he would kill me if I slapped his ass again.

When the dawn came, we were still awake, probably because neitherof us wanted this night to end. He was lying on his stomach as I kept bitinginto his ass cheek because he had a great butt, and I couldn’t get enough ofit.

“What are you doing, perv?” he asked me, sounding half-asleep.

“I like to see my cum dripping out of you.”

“Oh, God.”

I grinned. “What? Can it be that big, bad Dominic Carter is shy?”

“Big, bad Dominic Carter is sleepy. Can we get on with it?”

I chuckled and lay down next to him as he settled into his favoriteposition—with his head lying in the crook of my neck.

“Good night, babe,” I said, as our mouths met in a gentle kiss.“You were amazing tonight.”

“You, too, Tye. Good night.”

It wasn’t only good. It was the best night of my life, and nothingcould ever top it. I knew it just like I knew that I needed oxygen. I knew itwith my heart that beat only for him, and I knew it with my dick that throbbedonly for him. But I feared that tomorrow was going to take it away from me, andthat would be the death of me.

Chapter 27

Picking up Clues

Carter

“I want a lawyer.”

Tye shrugged, leaning back in his chair. “It’s your right, Barry.You can get yourself a lawyer. Or you can get smart.”

The skinny man with rotten teeth and a matching breath across fromus scoffed.

“I’m not playing your game, Reacher clone.”

“We have evidence that places you at the crime scene,” I said,leafing through the folder in front of me. “You have no alibi. You have…” Ipushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose. “Nothing, actually.”

“Oh, I get it!” Barry “The Blade” Kiely exclaimed. “You’re a goodcop. The mountain next to you is a bad cop.”

Tye chuckled. “They never guess, do they?”

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