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Dorothy laughed, her eyes dancing with cheerfulness. “Where do you think I got the idea from?” she teased, her tone playful.
I held up my hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. How about you stop talking about Mace and Imogen, and I’ll agree to see if I can keep my hands off of you today, okay?” I suggested, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.
She quirked her lips, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Maybe we should just see if we can last until lunch?” she proposed, her voice laced with amusement. “I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself or anything. Start small, and then we can work up to going all day.”
I chuckled, knowing that Dorothy was just as eager for our touches as I was. “We’ll try today, but I can’t promise anything,” I admitted, the thought of going without her touch already proving to be a challenge.
We finished breakfast and headed out the front door. Two dead birds lay on the porch, their lifeless bodies a stark reminder of the strange occurrences that had been happening lately.
“Are you kidding me?” Dorothy groaned, frustration evident in her voice. “I swear my porch has become a place to die for the wildlife,” she muttered, her brows furrowed in concern. “There was a squirrel the other day.”
I grabbed a shovel from the bottom of the stairs and began to clean up the mess, trying to push aside the unease that was gnawing at me. “When was the squirrel?” I asked, my mind racing with unsettling thoughts.
Dorothy paused, her expression thoughtful. “Uh, I think it was that morning you left early,” she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
My brow furrowed as I tried to piece together the events of that night, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of my stomach. “Are you sure? Because when I left that morning, there was also a dead squirrel,” I mused, my thoughts racing with troubling possibilities.
Dorothy moved down the stairs, and I instinctively reached out to grab her hand. “That’s weird,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I mean, I don’t know what it means that animals are offing themselves on my porch, but maybe it has to do with the Q word you used last week.”
I shook my head, trying to push aside the sense of foreboding that was creeping over me. “I’m sure it’s just a coincidence, right?” I said, though the doubt lingered in my mind.
I leaned over and pressed a reassuring kiss to Dorothy’s lips, hoping to dispel some of the tension that hung in the air. “I’m sure it’s nothing,” I reassured her, though the unease still lingered at the back of my mind.
Together, we headed to the funeral home. Something was telling me that there was more to these strange occurrences than met the eye, but for now, all we could do was wait and see what the day would bring.
Dorothy
Four hours and seventeen minutes.
That’s how long we managed to restrain ourselves until we couldn’t deny the electric charge that crackled between us.
Rocco’s hands roamed over my body, igniting every nerve ending with fire, and I knew after four hours, we couldn’t hold back any longer.
Our tryst took an unexpected turn as we found ourselves entwined on the stairs leading up to Imogen’s apartment. My heart had raced with anticipation as I assumed the position, hands and knees pressed against the cool surface, my back arched and my ass raised invitingly. Rocco positioned himself behind me, his presence dominating and commanding as he entered me from behind, filling me with his length.
“Fuck me!” I cried out, my voice echoed through the empty stairwell. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, building to an intoxicating crescendo that threatened to consume me entirely.
Rocco’s response was primal, his words dripping with lust and desire. “You like that? You’re a naughty girl, Dorothy,” he growled, his voice low and husky with need. “You can’t tease me like that and not expect me to fuck you.”
A shiver ran down my spine at his words, my body responding eagerly to his commanding touch.
“I’m yours,” I moaned, surrendering myself completely to the intoxicating rhythm of our lovemaking. “I’m your naughty girl.”
With each thrust, our connection deepened, the intensity of our desire spiraling to dizzying heights. My senses were overwhelmed as Rocco’s fingers found my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. I cried out as ecstasy washed over me, my climax crashed over me like a tidal wave.
Rocco’s own release followed soon after, his body pulsing with raw passion as he emptied himself inside me. We collapsed together in a tangle of limbs on the stairs, our breathing labored as we basked in the afterglow.
“God damn,” I gasped, struggling to catch my breath as I laid spent in Rocco’s arms. “How...” My words trailed off, lost in the haze of pleasure.
It was a feeling unlike anything I had ever experienced before, a primal connection that transcended mere physical desire.
“I don’t know, babe. I can’t control myself when I’m around you.”
I held up three fingers. “We technically have three days to cool it, or we’re going to be fucking like rabbits in front of Mace and Imogen.”
Rocco pressed a kiss to my neck and palmed my bare breast. “I mean, as long as my dick is in you, and you only have eyes for me, I don’t really care.”
“That kind of thinking is going to get us into trouble,” I laughed. “We have to learn how to control ourselves.”
