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I groan, holding myself back. “And two?”
“Get off the damn bed.”
Chapter Fourteen
Dahlia
Troy’s lips twist, and for a split second, I worry he’ll mess with me or, even worse, start talking logic and nonsense.
I don’t have time for that today. I don’t want to hear it.
Our chemistry is going to explode sooner or later. It’s futile to deny it. It might as well be a controlled burn before it blows up in our faces.Not to mention—I’m horny as hell.
I gather my hair into a ponytail, hoping he answers quickly. I’m about to combust.
He lifts up and slips off his sweatpants.
“Come here,” he says, reaching for me.
I lay my palm in his and straddle him. I’m so wet I slide along his rock-hard shaft, hissing at the pressure against my throbbing clit. I want him inside me so bad.
“You’re a fucking vision,” he says, gripping my hips.
I run my hands across his shoulders and down his chest, committing every peak and valley of his muscles to memory.
He grins. “I don’t know what to do.”
I laugh at the bewildered look on his face. “That’s not what I thought you were going to say. But you’re lucky because I …”—I grind on top of his dick—“do.”
“Do I savor this moment? Or do I fuck the hell out of you?”
“That’s quite a conundrum. But I think I have a solution.”
He lifts his brows.
“Fuck me now,” I say, bringing his hands to my chest. He cups my breasts, holding their weight in his palms. “Savor me later.”
Troy rolls my nipples between his fingers. “This might ruin our working relationship.”
I hum as my eyes flutter closed. He thrusts against my soaked flesh, sending a wave of pleasure through me.
“You’ll be mine after this,” he says.
I look at him and smile, my heart filling with affection for this beautifully broken,good man.
“I’m pretty sure I’m already yours. It’s just that neither of us have admitted it yet.”
His sweet, soft grin is one I haven’t seen before. It’s one I’d do anything to see again. And to know that I’m the one who put it there—that he trusts me enough to show me—means the world.
He cups the sides of my face and lowers me to him.
And I melt.
His soft lips move slowly against mine, sending a shiver through my body. His tongue slides past my lips and sweeps lazily through my mouth.
He pulls away, brushing my hair away from my face.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he says, peering up at me. “Now, are you ready to get fucked?”
