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“Come home with me,” he whispers breathlessly.
I shake my head slightly because he’s not giving me enough space to move more than that.
He sighs. “Baby, you can’t fight this.”
“I’m not fighting it. I just need some time to collect my brain cells.”
He chuckles. “My goal is to keep your brain scrambled for the rest of our lives. Come home with me,” he encourages again. “You can meet Ryder. I assume you know Claire. Come for dinner. If you want to come back here, I’ll bring you back tonight.”
“No.” I’m firm. I really do need time to think and process.
He eases back on his grip on my neck, allowing me a few inches. Narrowing his gaze, he says, “As soon as I walk out the door, you’re going to finger your pretty pussy until you come, aren’t you?”
My face heats again. “Mmm.” That’s the flirtiest sound I’ve ever made. I shock myself.
He growls and shakes his head. “Nope. No masturbating. Keep your fingers away from your greedy pussy. From now on, your orgasms are mine.”
I’m certain my face grows redder. “Mmm,” I repeat. He can’t stop me from touching myself.
“Arianna… I mean it. No touching. If you touch that pussy without permission and without me watching, I will spank your bottom.”
I shrug nonchalantly. “How would you know?”
“I’ll know, baby.”
Mmm. I keep that last one to myself.
Dallas growls again before guiding me to inch away and rising to his feet. He grabs my face and kisses me again, briefly this time. “I’m going to let you have tonight. Tomorrow, you’re coming home with me for dinner.”
“Okay.” I can agree to that. Maybe tomorrow I will have more of my wits about me.
“Give me your phone so I can put my number in it.”
I glance toward the kitchen counter and see it sitting on the charger where it nearly always rests. I don’t have people to call, so I sometimes don’t even bring it downstairs with me during the day.
Dallas follows me to the counter. After I open it, I hand it to him.
He types quickly before handing it back. “I sent myself a text. You don’t carry it all the time?”
I shrug. “Who would I call?”
“Me, now. Keep it with you, baby.”
“Okay.” My entire life is about to change. I can feel it in the air. I can fight it, but I won’t win.
Dallas holds my hand as he heads for the door. “Does this lock at the top and the bottom?”
“Yes.”
“Does the door to the outside have a deadbolt?”
“Yes, but I never use it. This is a pretty safe town, Dallas. We don’t have much crime.”
“That’s what Claire thought until her ex-boyfriend accosted her outside her apartment in the middle of town.”
I know about that. It shocked me and probably most of the town. As far as I know, Smith was transferred to a facility in a larger town when his father refused to post bail. Apparently, the man intends to teach his son a lesson. No one in town is sorry he has not yet returned.
“From now on, you lock the deadbolt at night, understood?”
