“She’s resting now. I’ll come back in the morning.”
Dallas pulled away and grabbed my hand. “Okay. Let me take you home, then.”
The drive home was quiet but peaceful. Dallas had driven my truck like it was her car and I was grateful she hadn’t hit all the potholes on the Detroit streets. When we made it to my house, she started the shower.
Stepping in front of me, she unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. Next, she unzipped my jeans and pushed them and my underwear down. She kissed my chest, over my heart. “Let me take care of you tonight,” she whispered.
I tugged her shirt up and off. “Only if you join me.”
The corner of her mouth quirked up. “That can be arranged. Give me a second, okay?”
I stepped into the shower and waited. I heard the shower door open a moment later. Then, I felt her behind me. She smoothed her hand over my back before she kissed my spine. She washed me then, pampering me with her skilled hands and her kisses. She took her time on my back, my ass, and my legs, and worked her way around to my chest, my stomach, and my dick.
When her hand wrapped around my growing erection, I kissed her, holding her to me as if she were the key to my survival. And in that moment, she was. I needed her like I’d never needed anyone or anything else. Her mouth, her body, her mind, her heart… Just her. I was lost in a haze of desire for her.Only for her.
Nothing was like it had been. Nothing would ever be the same for me. Now that I’d had her, I would always want her. I pinned her against the tile. “Dallas,” I murmured against her skin.
“Preston,” she breathed.
“I need this,” I confessed under the spray of the water. “I need you.” I kissed her chin, nipping her skin before kissing her again and sucking her bottom lip into my mouth. Dallas’ soft pleas made me yearn to give her everything, to give her all of me. Forever. I pressed my dick against her. “Is this how you want it?”
Her beautiful brown eyes popped open. “No. Not here.”
Without another word, she turned the water off and led me out of the shower into my bedroom. My body was burning with desire by the time she was finished drying me off. I reached for her to pull her closer, but she pushed me onto the mattress and climbed on top of me.
She caressed my face and brushed her mouth over mine, just as she lowered herself onto my dick. I thrust into her hard, loving the way we fit together, the way we moved together. It had always felt right, like this was the way it was supposed to be between us. Never mind the ruse, the deal, the circumstances. There was only this, only us.
Dallas gripped my short hair with her hands as she rode me, setting a pace of intense, but slow, movements that made me crazy with need. Every kiss, every touch stole something from me I knew I’d never get back. But I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.I never want to.
It didn’t take long for her to come, whispering my name as she trembled against me. And I was right behind her, letting out a low, long growl as I followed her over. I held her for a few moments, not wanting to let go of this moment—or of her.
Eventually, she lifted her head, her eyes glazed over and her lips swollen from my kisses. She smirked. “Maybe your nickname should be Damn, Preston?”
I laughed and fell back on the bed. “I think I like that.”
She ran her fingers through my hair and nipped my chin. “I do too.”
I rolled her over and peered down at her. “Be very careful, Dallas. I might not want to let you go.” Too late.I’m in love with her.
Dallas searched my eyes. “Well, good thing you don’t have to tonight?” She brushed her mouth over mine.
Soon, we were making love again. But in the back of my mind, her words replayed in my head. I didn’t have to let go tonight, but would I have to tomorrow? Or some other time in the near future? Dallas might’ve meant the words as a joke, but they’d cemented that there was indeed a time limit to this arrangement. And when it was over, when she walked away…She would destroy me.
* * *
Dallas
“Got a minute?”
I glanced up from my laptop and smiled. “What brings you this way?”
Tristan walked into my office. “Just thought I’d come by and make your day.” He set a manila envelope on my desk. “Some good reading.”
I picked up the envelope. “What is it?”
He took a seat across from me. “Open it.”
I did as I was told and pulled the contents out. The photographs were unmistakable. Pictures of Kimball embracing a random woman who wasn’t Yasmin, snapped in some sort of beach resort. They’d been captured kissing behind a palm tree, draped over each other on a small yacht.
