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It’s his turn to roll his eyes. “I wanted to share this part of me with you, and while I don’t own this house, this was my first project after we opened up our business. We got two large contracts at the same time, and we had no crew yet; it was just Bo and me. He took the easier of the two, and I got the other—this one right here. I poured every part of me into this job, and it’s been a stunner on my résumé that led to future projects. I was here for three months, from dusk to dawn.”
There’s an excitement in his eyes, and passion. Passion for something he loves and truly enjoys. “So, they just let you have dates here, whenever you want?”
His chuckle is as sexy as his Adonis belt, and his washboard abs, and his giant dimples. “Since I was here all the time, I became friends with the owner. He’s down to earth and was dealing with a lot. I listened to him through all his struggles, as he did the same for me. He’s let me use the estate in the past, but for the record, I’ve never brought a date here.”
This brings a smile to my face. Dom continues. “And his exact words were ‘shit, this girl must be special.’ As long as we’ve been friends, he’s never met a girl I dated, because I rarely did. And if I did, I self-sabotaged it, afraid I inherited shitty parent genes.” He pauses and composes himself, because he’s not okay after mentioning them. “Atticus is out of town and was the first to offer up his house. I hope it may show you how serious I am about making a go with us.”
“Atticus Rayburn?” I ask, eyes wide.
“Yeah, I guess you’ve heard about him. He has quite the story, doesn’t he?”
“I’d say he does.” I laugh while I take in the impressive estate again. “Fuck, this is incredible. No one has ever done something like this for me, but there’s only one problem.”
He looks concerned. “Really?”
“You may have set the bar a little too high. How will you outdo yourself next time?”
His dimples appear again, as he smiles. “You’re trouble, Rosso.”
“And I’ll be sure to show you how much trouble I truly am later tonight.”
He groans with his answer but takes my hand, walking me over to our table, and this has become my new dream.He’smy new dream.
His apartment isa ten-minute Uber ride, and throughout the short drive, his hands roam my jeans, his teeth nipping my earlobe. “I wish you were wearing a dress, because I’d love to make you orgasm.”
It’s hot, thinking of him playing with me in the back seat of someone’s car. It shouldn’t be, but a shiver runs through my body, and I drop my head to his.
“Dom, don’t tempt me,” I whisper back.
“Don’t worry, baby doll, I’m going to fuck you so hard, so fast, then gentle, and back to fast. I’ll have you thoroughly fucked by the time I’m done tonight, only to repeat it tomorrow.”
I search any of the outside landmarks to see if we’re close to his apartment yet, because his words undo me. “Remember who has to be in control?”
“Yeah, yeah. Okay.” Besides, the idea of someone taking over is hot.
The driver stops, and I don’t get a thank you out before he yanks me from the car. “Come on, Rosso, I have a pussy to lick.” His words are low and controlled, but my body is anything but controlled.
“What’s your fantasy?”he asks with my head in his lap. We never went straight to his room for some reason but started snuggling on the couch.
We’re mindlessly watching an episode ofThe Office. I’m not paying attention to the silly things Michael Scott is doing but watching Dom as he twirls his fingers in my hair.
“You’re obsessed with my hair, you know that?”
“I sort of am, and not just the hair on the top of your head, either. I dig the short carpet that matches the drapes.”
I let out a long laugh and then gasp at the true meaning. “You like how I have it? I sometimes worry, so many people want hardwood floors nowadays. Not that I believe in shag carpet down there.”
It’s his turn to match my own laugh. “I love it. It’s neat and tidy, and I can tell it gets frequent washing and scrubbing. You know how to keep it very clean.”
I choke on another laugh. “I think we’re way off topic. What was your question again?” I ask.
“Your fantasy. What is it?”
“What do you mean? For my life? Or is this sex related?”
His dimples come out when he smiles with his whole entire face. “Oh, this is very much a sex-related fantasy, Rosso.”
“You know, I’ve never thought about it. Sex was never very satisfying in the past. It was meh at best. Guys cared about their orgasm. Not mine. Most of the time, I’d have to finish off after they left.”
