Page 10 of Infatuate Me

Chapter Thirteen

CARRIE

We’re sat eating breakfast, after one of the best night’s sleep I’ve ever had, and I have no doubt it was to do with the man sat opposite me. He makes me feel everything, and I’m fully aware that he shouldn’t, but he does, and I don’t think I’m willing to give him up, no matter what my father may say.

“What are you thinking?” Dominic asks me as he sips a coffee and I put down the croissant I was eating.

“I was thinking about how I don’t want this to end,” I admit, fully aware that he could feel totally different, but I also know that I’ll regret it if I don’t tell him.

“Me too,” he says, and my eyes widen with surprise.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“So, um, the age difference… it doesn’t bother you?” I have to ask, because twenty-nine years is a lot. To me, it’s nothing, just a number, but I know he may not think the same way as me.

“As long as it doesn’t bother you, then I have no problem with it.”

“And what about my father?” I ask, acknowledging the elephant in the room, because if we’re going to do this then he’s the biggest fucking one.

“I’m not going to lie, he’s not going to like it, but I also know that I don’t want to give you up,” he tells me, and my heart jumps for fucking joy.

“And what if he makes you choose?”

“It’s a very possible scenario, but again, I’m not willing to give up on you.”

“Even if it doesn’t work out?”

“It will,” he says adamantly as he reaches across the table and covers my hand with his. “You’re mine, Carrie. Always and forever.”

And doesn’t that just make my heart skip a fucking beat or two.

“And working in the strip club… is that an issue?” I ask, and his eyes quickly glance at my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

“Stop that or we’re going to be naked again in no time at all,” he warns, but all it does is make me bite down a little harder, making him growl. I fucking love that sound.

“If that’s supposed to make me stop, then it’s the wrong thing to say,” I tell him, and he’s up and out of his seat, rounding the table and picking me up, throwing me on the bed and jumping on top of me. I’m only in a dressing gown and it comes undone, falling to the sides, allowing him to suck my nipple into his mouth. My hand flies to the back of his head, to urge him on, and he quickly pushes his own robe aside, his cock sinking into me slowly.

I hold onto his shoulders, and he brings his forehead to mine as he fucks me at a torturously slow pace.

“You will not need to work at the strip club because I’ll look after you,” he says.

“I don’t want looking after.”

“Tough.”

“And if I want to work?”

“Then find another job, because no one else gets to see what is mine,” he growls, his hips rotating as his dick sinks deeper.

“What if I want to make a difference, help those less fortunate?”

“Then I’ll help you every step of the way,” he says, his eyes and words showing me nothing but the truth. I feel it. I know it.

“You sure you want me?”

“Positive. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you,” he says, and right there I know that it wouldn’t take me long to fall hard for this man… it wouldn’t take long at all.

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