Page 55 of Under the Lights

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him pinch a piece of fabric between his thumb and index finger and hold it up.

“Give me that,” I snapped. The color of it was a dead giveaway for it being one of my racier pieces of underwear, an itty-bitty scrap of lavender lace.

“Now, what’s got you so riled up?” Twirling it around his finger, his grin turned wicked. “I’m just being helpful. Doesn’t that deserve a reward?”

“A reward?” I choked out.

He dumped the clothes he’d gathered in his other hand into the basket before straightening up.

“Yes, Darlin’. A reward.” His bulky frame towered over me as he pierced me with his gaze. “I think this will do nicely.”

Then he lifted the panties to his nose, inhaled deeply, a low groan rumbling through his chest. He even went the extra mile and let his eyes roll into the back of his head.

“Delicious,” he said, flashing me a dangerous smile as he balled them up in his fist, my eyes following his hand as he stuffed them into his pocket. “I’ll keep them safe, don’t worry.”

At a complete loss for words, I gaped at him. He was insane, absolutely unhinged, and I was definitelynotturned on by this display. Nope, not even a little bit.

That heat building in my core was something else entirely; it had to be.

I could not be into this.

I needed to get the fuck out of here, away from him, before this turned from a minor glitch into a full-blown disaster.

As I straightened to my full height, the basket propped on my hip, I finally managed to gather my wits. “You do that. It’ll be the closest you’ll ever get to my pussy again, so by all means, knock yourself out.”

He barked out a laugh, shaking his head. “Have I told you how perfect you are today?”

A warm, fuzzy feeling took root in my chest, despite my best efforts to squash it.

“Cute,” I said lazily, wrinkling my nose at him before sauntering away, pointedly casual.

His chuckle followed me out into the hallway as I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath.

You won’t let him rattle you. You’re in control. He’ll back off sooner rather than later.

When I returned from doing laundry, he was gone. However, a container with some of the food he had eaten earlier was sitting on the counter, along with a note that said,Eat up, xoxo.

I considered throwing it out, just out of spite, but then decided I couldn’t reconcile wasting perfectly good food with my conscience.

As I stuffed my face with the surprisingly delicious food, two notifications popped up on the screen of my phone.

Dominic (@DOMinationstation66) started following you.

DOMinationstation66: You better be thinking of me tonight, Goddess.

I was so wrong. I definitely didn’t overthink it. Dominic Kincaid was going to be a whole lot of trouble.

Eighteen

Dom

The weights clanked around me, accompanied by deep grunts and blaring music in the background. Technically, I wasn’t supposed to be here, but I’d learned that since it was summer break, no one really cared.

Did the football program have its very own state-of-the-art weight room and training facility? It absolutely did.

Did I squeeze in as many workouts as possible in the shared weight room, rubbing elbows with other teams, including the women’s volleyball squad? Hell yes.

Did my teammates think I was a few fries short of a Happy Meal? Abso-fucking-lutely.

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