It’s those two words that have me detonating around him, my pussy clenching so tightly around his cock that I feel him spill inside me a second later, both of us coming at the same time.
The most insane part is how much I enjoy being with him like this. It’s more than just raw and primal sex. Don’t get me wrong, that is amazing. But this feels so much deeper, and that part scares me.
Because when we’re not together, something feels wrong. As if I’ve left a part of myself behind. I can’t quite make sense of it, and I’m not even sure why I’m trying to psychoanalyze it at this point.
I’m exhausted from resisting this and the way it’s changing me. I’m tired of pushing away the one thing that makes me feel whole, happy. I don’t want to run from everything out of fear of getting hurt. Can anyone inflict more pain on me than what I’ve already experienced? The rejection from my own parents is an indelible wound that can never fully heal. So do your worst, universe.
“What are you thinking about?” Dominik’s voice pulls me from my thoughts.
I’m a sticky mess, lying on my stomach for the last thirty minutes, needing to start the day but refusing to move from this spot.
“Nothing.”
“Tell me.”
“Seriously, it’s nothing.” I smile, trying to reassure him, but Dominik doesn’t buy it.
“Is it Aaron?”
I shake my head. “No. Not at all. He’s been great. I thought maybe he’d have another outburst after everything that went down in your kitchen, but he hasn’t brought it up once. It’s like he’s totally okay with it, which is freaking me out, to be honest.”
Dominik lets out a quiet laugh. “Then what’s on your mind?”
I sigh, lying. “Just work stuff.”
“Are you worried about the gala?”
I hadn’t even thought about that.
The work gala in a few days is one of the biggest accounts I’ve ever managed, and it’s also the one Boston tried to take from me. Thanks to Jenna, my client, I’m the event organizer. All eyes have been on me for weeks, and if anything goes wrong, Tracy won’t hesitate to fire my ass.
“Worried doesn’t even begin to describe how I’m feeling about this gala. I’m also scared Greg is going to be there, and if?—”
“I’ll fucking kill him,” Dominik interrupts.
“No, you won’t. Stop being so dramatic.”
“You want to bet?” he challenges, looking completely serious.
I try not to roll my eyes. “Settle down, Mr. Testosterone With a Budding Hockey Career. We’re still in the middle of damage control from your last stunt.”
He shrugs, appearing unimpressed as my eyes trace the ink on his body. I don’t think I’ll ever get over how beautiful he truly is.
“Meh, I have other investments. I’ll be fine.”
“Not if you go to jail.”
Dominik flashes me a devilish grin. “Tristan and Aaron wouldn’t allow that to happen.”
I huff, rolling onto my back. “Okay, are you all in a gang or something?”
Dominik laughs a bit too intensely for me to take seriously. I narrow my gaze at him, but he gives me a peck on the nose and hops out of bed.
“Shower?”
I watch his perfect ass walk into the bathroom, feeling my need for him build up all over again. My libido is out of control, and sleeping with Dominik has not helped matters whatsoever. If anything, it’s increased since we started having sex regularly.
Which is really not a bad thing if you’re having mind-blowing orgasms on the regular.
