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“What?” he asks when I arch an eyebrow at him.
“You’re the one who’s in my office, Calder. What doyouwant?”
He grins. His whole face lights up. I know that look.
“I love you, Moonbeam. Tell me you love me?” He’s inside me, moving slowly, making me delirious.
We’ve just started having sex, and it’s taken us to a level of intimacy that doesn’t just feel right, it feels destined. We’ve gotten good at giving and taking pleasure.
There is no shame, no shyness, only want, only love. Only us.
“I love you, Dom. I’ll always love you.”
He grins. His face lights up. “Good girl.”
“I need to come, Dom.”
“I know, baby. But I want to stay inside you longer…let me.”
“Yes, stay. Stay forever.”
“Promise?”
“Yes. Promise.”
He comes into my office. Closes the door behind him. “Camy isn’t my call.”
I shrug. “If Tommy wants an interior designer from the start, that’s fine.”
“Camy is his goddaughter.”
“Okay.”
Don’t let him see how much this bothers you. He doesn’t deserve to know what’s inside you. Not that he gives two shits.
“You looked ready to kill her.”
I lean in, resting my forearms on the desk. “Dom, listen loud and clear, I don’t care who’s on a project…I’ll work withanyone.”
“Even me.”
“Even you.” I clench my jaw and calm myself.
Can he see inside of me? Like he used to?
“How about dinner tonight?”
“How about not!” I throw back at him. “I don’t go out with men who are otherwise engaged. I believe cheating is more your style.”
His eyes darken, flare with anger. “You wanna talk about the past, baby? Then let’s talk.”
“No,” I whisper.
“Who is she, Dom?” My hands are shaking when I see a woman in his dorm room at Cornell, on his bed. She’s fully clothed but….
I thought we were doing the impossible, surviving a long-distance relationship. I visited him during breaks, and he’s driven through the night to see me on weekends.
I had talked about transferring from Georgia Tech toNew York. I’d told him we could get a place together, and he’d told me not to do any such thing. That was the first sign.
