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He all but lifts me and throws me on the bed. I giggle as I land on my butt.
“Your turn,” he says and then adds with a wink, “Andmine.”
“Make me come, Dom.”
“Anything you want, Moonbeam.”
CHAPTER 23
Dom
Shoes in my hand because the freaking hardwood floors are loud. Shirt halfway buttoned. Hair still damp from Luna’s shower, after I ate her out in bed and left her exhausted and asleep.
I try to sneak out like I’m sixteen again, trying to make sure neither Nathaniel nor Mama know where I spent the night.
We’re like teenagers again—making out, sleeping in the same bed, but not going all the way.
It’s exhilarating.
It’s frustrating.
It’s fuckingeverything.
The sun’s just rising over the marsh behind her house, casting that honey-gold light that makes everything look gentler than it is. I’m halfway through the living room when I hear the voice I’ve never once managed to slip past.
“Dominic Elijah Calder.”
I freeze like I’ve been caught stealing peach pie straight off the windowsill.
“Mama.” I spin around with what I hope passes for a winning smile.
Mama stands at the kitchen doorway in a pale blue dress and an apron that reads ‘Kiss the Chef.’
Her silver-streaked hair is pulled back in a scarf, and she’s holding a mug of coffee in one hand like it’s both weapon and witness.
“You come creeping out of my girl’s house before seven a.m. and think you’re not sitting down for breakfast first?”
I sigh, defeated. “Of course not, ma’am.”
She jerks her chin toward the kitchen. I follow, feeling mightily uncomfortable as to what I’d been doing with Luna upstairs while Mama was down here.
Christ!I hope she didn’t hear Luna screaming my name.
Inside the kitchen, it smells like cinnamon, warm butter, and the ghost of every Southern breakfast she’s ever made. She sets a plate in front of me without asking—scrambled eggs, a biscuit, a scoop of leftover peach cobbler—and pours coffee into a mug.
It’s obvious that she knew I was upstairs. She knew when I was taking a shower and when I would be coming down, since she’s got my breakfast ready.
Which means she heard…. I shake my head. Nope! Not going there, ‘cause nothing shrivels a man’s dick faster than knowing his mama just got high-def audio to his sex life.
I sit down. I don’t speak.
She doesn’t, either.
She’s waiting.
I clean off my plate. No one, but no one, has the patience of Mama. Once, she sat with me for two hours until I finally told her why I got detention.
She didn’t push. Didn’t harass. Didn’t order. Just wore me down with her presence.
