Page 166 of Yearn
My heart boomed in my ears.
There he was.
Dominic within the moonlight.
Barefoot, and somehow even his feet were sexy, strong, and masculine against my kitchen tile.
Shirtless, and God, the moonlight loved him. It carved shadows along every muscle, defining his pectorals, the ridged abs, that Adonis belt disappearing into those expensive low-slung jeans that showed exactly how little he was wearing underneath.
His skin so smooth.
His big muscular arms crossed over that magnificent chest, biceps flexed, veins visible even in the low light.
He looked like every book boyfriend fantasy I'd ever had but was too ashamed to admit to my girls—dangerous, beautiful, and completely focused on me.
On another note, the needle was gone from his hand, but the intent in his eyes remained—sharp, possessive, and absolutely unrepentant.
I shivered. “What are you doing in here?”
"You thought we were done for tonight?" His voice held the same intimate tone he'd used when he was buried inside me and Scott was pounding on the door. “Bad Mommy.”
I widened my eyes in fear.
Chapter twenty-eight
The Pulse
Dominic
Shethoughtwe were finished for the night.
Iknewwe had only just begun.
I didn’t care who saw.
Not Scott.
Not the neighbors.
I came up through the basement exit, cutting across her backyard under the dark. Mrs. Patterson’s house next door glowed like a watchtower—her living room window angled straight toward Teyonah’s kitchen.
The old woman was always awake. Always watching.
I saw the curtain move as I passed.
She’d seen me.
Probably still squinting now behind that curtain, holding her breath.
Good.
Let her watch.
Let her whisper.
Let her see me fuck Teyonah so hard that even she comes.
Teyonah cleared her throat, drawing my attention back to the moment.
