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It was a hopeless grasp for sanity when Dominic was lighting me on fire with his hips and his thick cock and the praise he was whispering in my ear.

The hatred and pain and guilt was twisting, shooting into every crevice of my body and digging in, reminding me that I would never, never be rid of him. Not when my body was impossibly warm, overheated with him inside and out.

Dominic’s voice dropped from words to growls and groans poured into my ear, and that was all I needed to hear. The sound of how much I affected him drove me over the edge again, falling back with the feel of Dominic’s lips connecting with my neck as he finished. The feel of him spilling inside me filled my chest with a glow of pride.

“See what you do to me?” Dominic breathed against my neck.

I nodded then yanked at my wrists. Dominic untied me quickly and the second my hands were free, I dropped them to his back to pull him down over me. He stayed inside me, but gave me his full weight, bringing his head up to drop lazy kisses all over my face and neck.

We stayed wrapped in each other, my hands stroking his back and his tongue stroking my own, until the moon hit directly overhead.

Only then did we gather our sandy clothing and retreat back to his bedroom. I didn’t even try to leave for my own after he dragged me under the sheets again, falling spent and sated against his pillows as he pulled me against his chest and fell asleep.

Chapter 26

Rose

Based on the murderous look in Dominic's eyes, this would be the last time our morning was interrupted by desperate knocking.

We woke up barely touching, a tense inch of space separating our bodies. Dominic was on his back, his arm slung across the top of my pillow. I was on my side, my pinky finger so close to the side of his chest I could feel the phantom brush of his skin.

But not touching. Even if we'd fallen asleep pressed together, it was if our sleeping forms knew that there was still so much untouched, so much animosity between us.

I’d rolled out of bed first, making quick use of the restroom and brushing my hair in an attempt to look put together. I thought about going back to my room, but I opened Dominic’s door to find him waiting on the other side.

Straightening the workout clothes I'd thrown on, I inched past Dominic and back into his room, absolutely refusing to look at the grin surely plastered on his face.

I sat on his couch, picking up the book I’d stolen That Night and was flipping through it when he joined me, pulling my legs over his thighs. He was clad in nothing but low slung, black flannel pants and I was trying not to jump him when a clipped knock hit his door.

“Stay here,” Dominic ordered. But when had I ever listened to that command?

I scurried to the wall next to his door, on the side it opened so I would be hidden to whoever was behind it.

Dominic opened it, then moved his hand up to rest on the door. From my hiding spot, I could only see a sliver of light from the hallway and Dominic’s tattooed arm.

“Woah, you good, man?” Dominic asked the knocker.

Lukas.

“Just peachy this morning, Dom,” Lukas said, his voice carrying his typical forced sarcasm. He always tried to push humor when he was in a bad mood. “Where’s your wife?”

I could see Dominic’s hand grip the door tighter. “Why do you want to know?”

“I’m in the mood to get sweaty. And she really puts me to work, I’ll say that.”

I silently cursed Lukas and the entire Poseidon line. He’d just burst my happy little bubble.

“You want toget sweatywith my wife?” Oh, Dominic sounded so pissed. And the wood was groaning from how hard his fingertips were digging into the door. Now that he’d admitted to jealousy, the signs were crystal clear.

“Yes, Dominic,” Lukas snapped.

Dominic jerked back, giving me just a small view of his neck and the rear side of his head. “What is wrong with you this morning? Didn’t get your beauty sleep?”

“Slept like shit but somehow, I still look fantastic,” Lukas returned dryly.

“Still didn’t answer my question.”

“In a bad fucking mood, if you must know. So, again, where’s your wife?”

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