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He shakes his head, his face stony.“I’m the only one who gets to be with you.”

The intensity and anger in his voice secretly thrills me.“I only told you because I don’t want you to worry about me giving you anything,” I tell him.He stares at me, like he’s about to say something.“But you,” I press, “With your hookups.Areyouclean?”

“This is a very clinical conversation to be having after the hot sex we just had.But you have a point.I got checked before we got married,” he confesses, sitting back, leaning against the headboard.

“You did?Why?”I’m puzzled.“On account of what?You said we weren’t to get involved.Or where you hoping to?”

“I’m sorry.”He looks sheepish, sitting up, sinking back against the headboard.“I wasn’t sure if after our that night at the hotel, when we got talking, the night we had to convince your friend Raquel, I wasn’t sure if we might just want to ...”

“Have a hookup?”

He looks pained.“Not a hookup, Daniela.”He cups my face.“I thought we had incredible chemistry, and I wanted to be prepared in case something happened between us.”

“It almost did, that night in the hot tub.You’re the one who walked away,” I remind him.

“I couldn’t.”

“Why?”

“You’re different, Daniela.Feelings got involved.You started to mean something to me.More than I wanted.Hookups are just about fucking.No emotions.Sometimes not even conversation.”

I frown, but a sadness settles over me, and the thought of this man, so cold and closed off, craving human interaction, bodily needs, but pushing away from real human connection.

There’s a quiet pause, just the sound of our breathing, our skin cooling.

“This isn’t pure, carnal, base fucking?”I ask, my hand reaching for his cock.My fingers close around it and I start to stroke.We’re naked still, sitting up in bed.

“I’m in love with you, Daniela.It’s something I never expected or planned for.”

My hand stills, as his words explode in my chest, like a firework, bright, beautiful and unstoppable.It feels like the air suddenly turned thicker, like my lungs have to work harder just to catch some air.

“What did you say?”I whisper, unsure if I imagined it, or if I just want it too badly to trust it.

“I’m falling in love with you.”His voice is softer this time, as if he’s handing me something fragile, and I suppose he is.

Dexter Knight is giving me his heart.

“It scares me,” he whispers.

I let go of his dick and sit astride him, my hands going around his neck.“That’s just perfect, then.”

“Oh?”

“Because I love you, too.”

I dip my head and kiss him again.His breath is sweet, his mouth warm and soft.I love his man with every fiber in my body.I think he feels that way about me.

His eyes turn so glassy, that I still, wondering if I’ve said something that will trigger him and the beliefs he holds.But he smiles and pulls me into his chest.I feel something wet just under my breast and look down to see a few streaks of his cum that he missed.I rub it into my breast.

“Jeez,” he murmurs, his pupils turning darker than ever.

And just like that, I feel Dexter’s glistening hardness poking at me again.

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We wake up the next morning, and the morning after that, entangled in one another.

We’re in the master bedroom.The nights are hot and steamy, and mornings, hazy and warm.We discover things about each other, find out our pet hates and our likes.We discover one another slowly peeling back the layers that once cocooned us.

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