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I’m so turned on right now that wetness from my pussy slides down my ass crack to pool on the island. When he works my breasts and nipples—a heady combination of teasing, squeezing, pinching, and twisting—I cry out in pleasure around his cock stuffed in my mouth. My orgasm comes out of nowhere, and he pulls out as the shock of it hinders my ability to do anything except ride out the waves of bliss.

As soon as I’m coherent and able, I reach back to grip his hips and pull him deeper into my mouth again, urging him to shoot his cum down my throat. It doesn’t take long for him to finish after that, and I feel him thicken, then start to pulse as he groans and continues to hold and touch my body like it’s his lifeline.

Finally spent, he slumps over me, pulling his cock from my mouth as I suck the last of him down. He supports the back of my head as he nestles his face into my neck. Then he gathers me up and walks with me to the sofa in his living room.

“Stay put,” he orders. “I’ll be right back.”

True to his word, he returns shortly with a container and a blanket. He cradles me in his arms again, then spins off the lid of the container and rubs the ointment on my burning skin. “This is a cooling gel with some shea butter. I use it for strained muscles when working out. It will do for spanking aftercare today, but I’ll get some actual stuff for the future.”

I nestle into him, loving the cuddling and care he gives me. “You’re dangerous, Creed Santoro.”

He stiffens, then relaxes and kisses the crown of my head. “You told me that the first night.”

“I know. But that’s when I thought you were a danger because you’d be a distraction.”

“And now?” he prods when I don’t continue.

I swallow against the thickness of my throat. “Now you’re a danger for so many more reasons.”

I’m falling hard for him, so fast. Without even knowing hardly anything about him. It’s insane. It’s stupid. But it’s happening.

“You feel it, too, don’t you, angel? Who and what we are. Together. To each other.”

I can’t answer. Because if I do, that will make the feeling—the one in my gut and in mysoul—a reality. And I’m not sure if I’m ready to admit that.

Chapter 15

Creed

One week later

Utter bliss.

That’s the only way I can explain the past week.

We spent that first weekend tucked away, exploring and learning about each other.

Sophie told me about her family—her single mom, living with her grandparents, and the cousins she loves. She spoke about her cousins, not as their peer, but as someone who feels responsible for their well-being and happiness. The mothering instinct that exudes from Sophie isn’t lost on me, and every night, I dream of her pregnant, nursing one of our children, andthe two of us together with a brood around us. She never speaks of her father, and I don’t push it. She’ll tell me when she is ready.

I told her about my family and privileged upbringing that was so different from hers; however, I keep it to only the legitimate parts of my family’s world. I know I have to come clean to her soon about the full truth about who and what the Santoros are. I know it’s selfish, and a total cunt move, that I haven’t told her already.

But I wanted to give her some time. Time—if I’m completely honest—that was to make her fall for me and realize who and what we are. Soulmates.

I know I can’t hold it back much longer without it blowing up like a landmine in my face, though. Because the longer I wait, the more it will seem like I’m hiding it from her. Which I am, yes, but…

I don’t want to distract or ruin the domesticated bliss and nice rhythm we have effortlessly created over the week, but I need to tell her soon. I promise myself I won’t keep putting it off.

This week has been heaven, even if it was busy. I stayed true to my promise of not being a distraction or hindrance to her goals—besides, I have a mountain of work myself.

During the day, she focuses on school and I focus on work, and the nights are ours together. Sometimes, she does schoolwork and I continue my work, but we do it together in my home office—me at my desk, her curled up on the sofa with her laptop.

I love her dedication to her schooling and her goals. When she told me she intended to get an education for a career that enabled her to help support her family, who had given her so much, I fell for her even more. I don’t agree that supporting her family is her responsibility, but I can appreciate her desire and commitment. Her love of family is everything to me.

Even her career choice is commendable, especially since I can tell it isn’t a career that’s her passion. When I pressed her about it, she admitted that things like boardroom domination and the world of investment aren’t her passion. Her dream job is more in the not-for-profit world, to help women break the cycle of poverty by helping to give them training, education, and whatever other supports they need to achieve housing and income stability. She immediately dismissed the dream because working in that sector isn’t known for its pay, and she’d never be able to help provide for her extended family.

I tried to get her to talk more about it and explore it, but she firmly shut the conversation down. It would’ve morphed into our first fight if I hadn’t relented, so I let it go temporarily.

So, the week has been pure bliss. Puredomesticatedbliss. And I loved every second of it.

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