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She pulled my face back to hers. “Tell me what you’re going to do to me,” she begged in a quiet whisper.

“I’m going to fuck you. Claim you. Make love to you. I’m going to take you hard. Then slow. Then both. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.” I pressed my forehead to hers. “Tell me that I can.”

“Yes. Oh God, yes.”

“And it’s not only going to be tonight,” I promised. “Once we do this, you’re mine. You understand me? I don’t share. Ever. And especially you.”

She rolled her hips into me, and I fisted her hair, kissing her again. “Patience, pretty lady. You do that again, and all bets are off. We need to get somewhere private. I want to take my time with you.”

“Take me home, Dom. Please.”

A slow grin pulled at my lips. “You said Dom.” I kissed her hard. “You’ll be screaming it soon.”

I lowered her feet to the floor, holding her until she was steady. I smoothed her hair back, smiling down at her. “You’re a mess.”

“So are you.”

“Do you care?”

“No.”

I took her lips again. “We’re heading right out. Okay?”

“Yes.” She cleared her throat. “We have to try to act natural around Hannah. I don’t want her to think⁠—”

I covered her mouth with mine again. “Too late, lady. She’s gonna know.”

Then I tugged her behind me, heading to the table. Chase and Hannah were staring at us, Hannah’s eyes wide with shock as she took in her mother’s disheveled appearance. I wasn’t trying to hide my erection either. I couldn’t.

I stopped at the table, grabbing Cherry’s purse and my jacket. “We’re going for coffee,” I said, my voice deep and rough. I looked at Hannah. “Don’t wait up.”

Cherry looked at her daughter, wide-eyed and blushing. “Just coffee,” she called over her shoulder. “I’ll be home soon.”

I laughed loudly. “Don’t count on it!” I yelled back.

She’d be lucky if I let her go at all.

CHAPTER FIVE

Dom

In the car, I held her hand, and she gripped mine back. I had to maintain some sort of physical contact with her. Every time I glanced over, she was watching me, her eyes wide. Then she started talking. Nonstop. She commented on how long it took to get out of the parking lot. The number of people around. The interior of my car. How nice my leather jacket was. How she’d always wanted one but thought she was too old.

It took me a few moments to realize her nattering was her way of handling her nerves. It was rather endearing.

I pulled into the driveway of the place I was renting, grateful it was a short trip from the bar. I went to her side, tugging her from the vehicle and, before she could say anything else, swooping her into my arms. She grasped at my shoulders with a shocked gasp.

“I can walk.”

“Not fast enough.”

At the door, I paused. “It’s 4-3-0-0. Type it in.”

She did as I instructed, and the door unlocked with a snap. I took her inside, heading straight to my bedroom. The door clicked shut behind me, the lock reengaging.

In my room, I set her on her feet and stared down at her. Nerves had replaced that look of desire from earlier. The want was gone, and worry took its place. She looked around. “This is nice. The rooms are a good size⁠—”

I cupped her face between my hands and bent, kissing her, silencing her. Endearing as it was, I didn’t need a running commentary of my rental. I needed her mouth. Her desire.