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“And what happens when you leave after this? Will I see you again?”
His large hands scoop up my ass from under me, lifting me as I turn my body, and I straddle his lap. “Be careful, big guy, this is how this whole thing started tonight, remember?”
His lips on my forehead as he leans into me is perfect, and my pulse quickens with his simple touch.
“I’ll see you again. Didn’t you get the memo? We have plans tomorrow, and the next day, and on days we may not see one another, I’ll text you, making sure you have food in your fridge and water by your bed each night. And on the days I can fall asleep next to you, I’ll fuck you long and slow, fill you with my cum, and never let you think of another man ever again.”
His words. Fuck. Talk about swoony.
We’re quiet in each other’s arms. It’s not awkward; it’s perfect. Dom places a finger under my chin and moves my line of sight to his.
“I want to tell you just a little about my family. I mentioned it earlier—about my parents. It was bad.”
His pitch is low, and in his timbre, I can feel the pain radiate through him. “Sandra, I wanted you from the beginning. I did. But the past has made me unable to trust my decisions.”
This strong man has turned to putty in my arms. “You don’t have to go into it all at once, baby,” I urge, caressing his cheek with my fingers.
“I know, but I need to get this much out. My mother was abusive, and my father never stopped her.”
It’s as if he’s reliving his past and becoming the boy he was back then.
“You’re worth everything, Sandra. I want to try with you, and as I do, I’ll share more, I promise.”
This is something he’s never given me before. A reason, a justification, and it’s what I hold onto, safe in Dom’s embrace.
I takea peek at the clock; it’s nearing midnight. “When do you have to leave?” I ask. What would it be like to wake up next to him, knowing it’s more than just sex?
“Four-thirty. I’ll take a cab to the office, change there, and have Bo pick me up on our way out of town.”
“So, this between you and me…” I trail off because while I have it on the tip of my tongue, I’ve lost the nerve to say it. One or two reassurances with Dom have not been enough up to this point. But I’m going to attempt to believe him.
“We’re more, Sandra, and I want to see you again. Tomorrow? Remember?”
He moves me to my side of the bed and tugs the blankets to cover my body, swinging his arm over my waist, and I drift off to sleep with the idea that Dom and I can be something great.
I reach for him at six the next morning. And as he’d promised, he’s gone, but the sound of something crinkly gets my attention. Using the flashlight on my phone, I tug it close to my face and begin to read it.
I’m never going to be so stupid as to let you go again. Don’t forget that.
And, though I’m not a morning person, I smile the entire time I’m getting myself ready for work.
The door opensbefore I have a chance to knock on it, and I’m met with an excitable dog. Mrs. Winslow has a large smile on her face. I told her I’d be back by eleven to get Otis, but she assured me he was fine staying over. And when I texted to ask if that offer still stood, she must have known it meant my date went very well.
“I’m going into work a little late this morning, but would you be able to keep him tonight too?”
“Of course, my dear. So, your date went very good I take it?” The way my blush crawls up on my face must be an answer. “Your sister was right, then. You just needed to get under a new man to get over the old one.”
I forget that Cami and Mrs. Winslow have become friends over the years, and they text each other often, especially since my sister knows the only niece or nephew she’s getting from me are my fur babies.
“Good Lord, Mrs. Winslow,” I bite out, leaning over and holding my chest as laughter rings through my body. “Was that your words or my sister’s?”
“Oh, they were all mine, my dear, but the nice gentleman lawyer, he was good, yeah?” She stands in a bathrobe, as if this is the most casual of conversations we’ve ever had. I lean over and pick up my baby boy, and he begins licking my face.
“Actually, there’s something I’ve not told you yet, and this doesn’t get repeated.” Mrs. Winslow nods her head, and I begin. “I ran into Dominic at the bar. He met me back at the apartment after the date, when I came home by myself. By the time we were in the elevator, I knew…”
Why am I telling her this much? I don’t trust the woman, and that her first phone call will most likely be to my sister.
“Yes, go on, my dear.”
