Page 55 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

“You want to go home?”

He nods enthusiastically, and I chuckle.

When we get home, it’s two fifteen in the morning. After we say good night to Dexter and Graciela, we go to our room. Eric is still scowling.

“Listen, my love,” I start to say, but I’m a little bit worse for the wear because of the mojitos, and I can’t finish.

My Iceman grabs me by the arms, and, with a passion that leaves me speechless, he kisses me and devours me. He pushes me against the wall and tears my panties off.

“I don’t like it when you dance with other people,” he says as he unbuttons his pants.

He hammers me against the wall with a single thrust.

“I don’t want you to go back to that place, do you understand?”

His lust drives me crazy, but I’m no fool. I hold on to his shoulders. “My friends go there,” I say without losing it. “I don’t see a problem.”

Eric’s face turns dark again. He grabs me by the hips and pulls me against him until I moan. I love how deep he goes.

“I don’t like that place,” he hisses.

I kiss him. “But I do,” I say as I pull my lips back from his. “I have a good time, and it’s harmless fun.”

“It hurts me,” he says, impaling me again.

I need air, but I like our hot little game, and I want more.

“No, my love, I would never hurt you.” He penetrates me again.

“There are too many men staring at you,” Eric says as he pants.

“But I’m yours, only yours.”

His mouth takes mine again. His hands descend to my ass. He holds me tight and pushes into me again. He’s tireless. I open for him. I’m thrilled by his possessiveness. So much passion, and soon my body can’t take any more, and I squeeze against him and release all this intense and addictive pleasure.

When he realizes what’s going on, Eric picks up speed. He loses himself in me without pause until he reaches his limit and grunts, coming right along with me.

We stay wrapped up and against the wall, still breathing heavily.

“It seems that Guantanamera got you excited.”

When he sees my smile, he smiles too. “You excite me, sweetheart. Just you,” he says, holding me closer.

He doesn’t say anything more about what I can and cannot do. He knows he shouldn’t. But now I know exactly what he thinks about Guantanamera.

That night, after making love once more like savages while in the shower, we sleep holding each other and are very, very much in love.

The days pass and Dexter and Graciela are going nowhere. Björn calls to make a dinner date with Graciela. She accepts, and Dexter doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t this man have blood in his veins?

The next day, I ask Graciela about her date, and she tells me delightedly that Björn was a perfect gentleman the entire night. Zero sex.

Honestly, I’m not surprised. If there’s anything I know about Björn, other than that he’s so very handsome, it’s that he is a real gentleman and loyal to his friends.

Flyn goes back to school. He’s excited about the first day. On the ride there, Norbert and I are glad to see him so happy. He has a gift he made himself for his special friend, Laura, in his backpack, and he’s eager to give it to her. But when we go pick him up later that afternoon, he’s sad and his eyes are downcast.

“What happened?” I ask.

His eyes moisten, and my little man looks at me while still holding the wrapped gift in his hands.

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