Page 121 of Hate Me Like You Mean It
I shouldn’t have laughed at that. “Dominic! That was my favorite swimsuit!” I’d looked for it formonths.
“And this is my favorite dick. I did what I had to do.”
I eyed him suspiciously. “Do you still have it?”
He gave me a deadpan, wholly unapologetic look.
“You still have it?”
“I packed it in a panic before we left. I had to. My DNA was permanently soaked into every fiber of that thing regardless of how many times I’d washed it. It was incriminating.”
I gasped, pushing at his chest. If I’d been wearing pearls, they’d be clutched. “Dominic!”
He chuckled, palms sliding up my thighs and underneath my robe. “If it makes you feel better, I thought about you every time.”
That did make it better. But I wasn’t going to admit it.
I tilted my head. “What was I doing, exactly?”
“All sorts of things. Fantasy Alice is nothing if not creative. And very,verygood with her mouth.”
My eyes narrowed. “Is she prettier than me?”
“No one is prettier than you,” he said matter-of-factly. “But she’s unequivocally more slutty and exceptionally nice to me. She and I get along great.”
I swatted at his hand when it stretched toward the end table and brought me another chocolate-drenched offering. His throat bobbed as he swallowed his amusement. “How do you know she’s sluttier than me? You can’t know that.”
“Alice, I’m going to have to ask that you trust me on this one. It’s not even close.”
My eyes were now slits. “And she’s an active participant in a bunch of your fantasies?”
“All of them.”
I couldn’t believe I was sitting on Dominic’s lap, thoroughly jealous of an imaginary version of myself, but here we were. “Let me talk to her.”
He grinned, leaning forward to kiss me. A small smile slipped over my lips before I killed it, shoving him back into the cushion. He loved it. His eyes were lit up with amusement, and his mouth kept twitching with suppressed laughter.
“What does she do that you like so much?”
He quirked a brow. “How much time do you have?”
Oh, he’s going to pay for that one.
The competitive urge to make him eat his words flared in my chest. I smiled. “You know what, since you’ve beensogenerous with spilling all your secrets this morning, I’m going to give you one of mine. I’d actually forgotten about this until you mentioned my piercing, but the place I went to get it done had a separate area with a pretty substantial… physical health selection.”
Both of his eyebrows shot up that time.
“I decided to pop in there on a whim. Walked out with a small, unassuming gold bullet; easy to use, even easier to hide. But holy shit did it pack a punch. I saw stars the first time I used it, and… Let’s just say, I went through more batteries in that one month than the average person goes through in a year.”
A glaze started to form over his eyes, his lips parting.
“And guess whose fault it was…” Slowly, I untied his belt.
I wasn’t expecting a verbal answer. All indications of intelligent life had evaporated from his face. There were no thoughts. Just lust.
His hard, curved shaft was pressed to his abs, the tiniest pearl of precum already gathered at the arrogant crown. It bobbed when my eyes lingered, and again when I bit my lip. My mouth was watering again.
“I loved that thing,” I went on, running my fingers down his abs. They tensed and flinched under my touch, and my grin widened when he let out an involuntary grunt. He was staring at me like he was angry and starving and wanted me to shut up and keep talking. “I tried to be quiet every time I used it, but it just felt so fucking good. I kept having to stuff my face into a pillow to drown out the moaning.”
