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I put my hands on his cheeks. He wants me to kiss him—and I would. I would kiss him until I could never lose the taste of him—but we can’t do it.Careful.

I’m completely fine.

“Thank you,” is all I say.

If he’s dejected, he doesn’t show it. I get another smile and a reassuring wink. “Can I put you to bed?” he asks.

I nod, grateful for the offer. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Twenty-Seven

DALTON

Forthenextthreedays, Essie lets me fuck her everywhere.

My place. Her dorm. The office. My car. In the bathroom in the lobby of JP Morgan as a big Fuck You for not matching my offer when Warner poached me. Any place where I’ve fantasized about working myself into Essie’s tight, perfect pussy, she’s game.

I even buy her a car just to fuck her in it.

“I don’t have a parking spot,” she informs me while she wipes cum from her inner thighs. We’re parked a few blocks from Georgetown, and she’s reclining against the rear door, skin misted with sweat and tinged with rose. The puffiness of her pussy lips and the vast array of hickeys on her neck and breasts all prove a point: I don’t go easy on her.

She takes me so goddamn well.

I capture her hand to lick my cum off the pads of her fingers. Then I pull her into my lap, open my mouth, and extend my tongue.

Essie draws it between her lips and sucks, groaning faintly.

It’s not a kiss—we never kiss—but there’s an intimacy here that almost scratches my itch.

I’ve come all over her face and licked it off, only to have her do exactly this—suck my tongue and take back the cum. I’ve covered her slender neck with one hand while I’ve sucked her nipples red—until she came from my tongue worshipping her sensitive breasts. I’ve let her squirt on my face and eagerly swallowed it down until she was physically incapable of making another drop. I’ve come in her pussy while whispering,I don’t understand how that tight hole can fit so much cock, but I’m obsessed, baby.

And I just want to kiss her.

Now, Essie releases my tongue too soon. I’m disappointed, but I don’t mention it. She’s so good at separating herself from this thing growing between us, and it’s an admirable sense of duty, I think.

I need to be better. I need to be better for her.

“You can keep the car at my place until graduation,” I offer. “Or I can pay for a spot near campus.”

Essie is thoughtful. “Does it make more sense for me to drive to work next year or take the metro?”

“Depends. Will you get a place near the office?”A place near me?

“Do you think I’m going to get an offer?”

“If we can nail this Villatoro thing, Hannington would never let you go.”

A smile spreads across her face, and it’s unreal how beautiful she looks when she’s thinking about getting the things she wants—the things she rightfully deserves. “Actually, Cora and I have talked about me buying her condo,” she mentions.

I hate the idea. The Halcyon is in Dupont Circle, which is less than two miles from my place. Technically, I could get to her in minutes…but minutes? Fuck that. “You could move in with me.”

“Be your roommate?” Essie teases as she drags her fingertips over my chest hair.

“I’d pay for everything.”

She’s smiling like we’re still joking. “I don’t know. I’m expensive.”

“I can afford you. Plus, it’d make it easier for us to film.”

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