Except it wasn’t a dream. He was right there.
“I wanted you so badly that night,” he continues, groaning into my ear. “I almost crawled into bed with you and buried my cock so deep—”
The music fades and another song doesn’t start, the band taking a break after playing half a dozen songs.
Wesgrowls, loud enough that people turn their heads to stare, and he spins us towards the exit. “Not enough,” he grunts. “It’s not enough. I need you, Lacy.Right now.”
We exit the bar and the cool night air brings clarity through the lustful haze clouding my senses. “Wes—”
“Keep moving,” he orders, leading me towards a black sedan with tinted windows. “We’re not done. The night isn’t over.” We reach the vehicle and before he even pulls out his keys, he’s got me pressed against the side, his hand sliding under my shirt to palm at my waist.
“Lacy,” he rasps, his eyes burning into mine. There’s a darkness to his eyes that I’ve never noticed before - a slight shimmer of danger that takes my breath away.
Just who is this man? I know the doctor but do I know the man beneath?
He takes my chin in his hand and tilts my head up towards him. My lips part as I remember to breathe, but instead of oxygen all I can taste ishim- cinnamon and citrus, like fire on my tongue.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he declares boldly, pressing his thumb against my bottom lip. “And you’re going to take every last inch of my cock. Tonight won’t be the last time, but itwillbe the first. Do you understand?”
I’m not sure that I do, but I wrap my lips around the tip of his thumb, flicking my tongue against it and reveling in the way his entire body shudders and his eyes flutter closed.
I haven’t had sex since I found out I was pregnant with Beck. I haven’t wanted to invite a man in my life, not even for one night and a quick release.
Wes didn’t receive an invitation, but he’s here anyway. And maybe that’s what I was waiting for this whole time.
Someone to decide for me. To see the woman trapped inside and help her break out.
“Are you ready for me?” Wes leans in close, our breath mingling together as he closes the short distance between our lips.
“Yes.”
I’ve been ready and waiting for longer than I realized.
5
Wes
If I kiss her now, I’ll fuck her against this stranger’s car door. I’ll rip her leggings down her thighs, pick her up and shove her against the cold metal, notch my cock at her entrance and bury myselfdeep.
I don’t give a fuck about people seeing me naked.
But Idogive a fuck about people hearing my woman moan. Those are only for me, and I won’t let anyone else have them.
It takes maximum effort to pull myself off of her, but I manage to take a step back.
I need her, it’s true. But if I have even the slightest taste now, I won’t stop. For an entire year, she’s consumed me, and I can’t wait to consume every last inch of her, body and soul.
“We’re going to walk now,” I tell her, nodding towards the alleyway to our right. It opens up to the main street downtown, and from there it’s a short walk to my office. She knows the way. I want to see if she can take us there without instruction. “Head down this alley until you hit the street. I’ll be right behind you.”
“You’re not walking with me?” There’s a hint of worry in her voice, and I press a quick kiss to her forehead.
“I’ll be watching you, baby. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
If a single soul so much asthinksabout approaching her, I’ll rip their fucking arms off.
“Okay.” She turns towards the alley and starts walking. I’m glad she wore flats instead of heels tonight since that means she’ll have an easier time maneuvering across the uneven brickwork crosswalks, but I make a mental note to keep a pair of black heels in each of our vehicles, my office, and each of our homes for easy access.
I found photos of her from college dancing in a short black dress - short enough to catch a glimpse of her red lace panties underneath - and three inch heels. I’ve pictured her in that dress a million times now, and as soon as I’ve moved into her home, I’m buying her a similar dress, scarlet lace panties, and a pair of matching heels.