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“Look at me,” I ordered, sliding my hands in Nolan’s silky locks. He followed my touch as I turned his head toward me.
Nolan rocked his hips into me a little faster, and I lost myself in the feel of him filling me to the brim, the weight of his body on mine, and the way he was looking at me.
The words fell out of my mouth of their own volition.
“I love you,” I said, my cock sliding against his abs torturously, leaving sticky trails on his skin.
Nolan leaned down and took my lips like a damn prayer.
“I love you too, asshole,” he whispered, both of us toppling over the edge into ecstasy. His thrusts halted as warmth spread within me, his hot release filling me and spilling out of me as he drove his tongue down my throat.
My cock pulsed as I came hard and fast against his abdomen, painting his skin in my sweet release.
I wrapped my arms around Nolan and held onto him for dear life as we came together like a well-oiled machine.
And when we’d finally disconnected, I’d never felt more whole.
CHAPTER 32
Nolan
“You don’t have to get up,” Dawson whispered in my ear, tugging me closer to his chest.
I guess I didn’t mind being the little spoon once in a while...
I groaned as I grabbed his hand, threading my fingers through his as I tried to hold on to sleep.
“Yes, I do. I have a bunch of stuff to catch up on at work,” I whined.
Dawson kissed me below my ear, before nibbling on the bottom of my earlobe like a starving man. The feel of his tongue and teeth on the sensitive skin there gave me goosebumps and ignited my fire, but I knew neither of us had time to waste.
It had been a week since we had unofficially-officially sealed the deal. One week since Dawson and I had been honest about our feelings. One week since I’d been staying with Dawson while my apartment was being renovated, and one week since I’d submitted paperwork along with the Bradish re-eval to my higher ups in an escalated claim.
While Karla had given me the option to take a few days regarding my fire situation, I hadn’t taken her up on the offer. I knew I’d need to get to work sooner or later.
Regrettably, I broke Dawson’s hold, and we both did the adult thing and got our asses moving. I made breakfast while Dawson showered, then took my turn when he was out. I’d just finished buttoning up my last button when Dawson stopped me.
“What?” I asked, noting the look of mischief in his eyes.
“Your glasses are crooked,” he said, flashing me a smirk.
“What?” I asked as he reached out to adjust them, the motion putting his fingers above my ear, giving him access to slide them into my hair and pull me close.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to being loved by Dawson.
I’d been used to being tormented and pissed off by Dawson, but being loved by him far outweighed everything else.
It was a feeling I hoped I’d never lose.
“Personally, I like it. But, we can’t have you looking like you just rolled in the hay with Mr. March when you walk into work,”
“Mhmmm. But you can walk into work with a hickey on your neck and no one says a word?”
Dawson blushed as he craned his neck, the faint markings still visible after a few days.
“Oh, they’ll say words. And I’ll tell them all the sordid details if they do ask,” he said, grinning ear to ear.
I twisted my lips. “That sounds like very bad behavior,” I teased him.
