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He moves faster, his tongue and fingers working together, driving me closer to the edge. I feel my orgasm building. I don’t even realize when I grab a pillow and cover my face, releasing a loud moan and a cry of ecstasy. I toss the pillow aside, my breathing ragged. Resting on my elbow, I look up to see him licking his fingers, my cum dripping from his lips as his tongue rolls out to catch every drop.

“Now, Ms. Lloyd, I need to fill you up. You might need another pillow, sprinkles.” He flirts with a wink

I lay back down. He moves over me, centering himself. In one swift move, he fills me completely.

“Fuck!!” I let out.

“Shhh,” he says with a smirk. I smack his chest. He starts thrusting fast inside me. I match his rhythm, lips pressed tight, though loud moans still escape me.

He thrusts even faster, gripping my waist. “I’m coming, Bruce,” I say, forgetting the rules.

He covers my mouth as I come with a loud, muffled scream. He’s right behind me, letting out a deep groan as he jerks uncontrollably. He collapses on top of me, then rolls off and pulls me into his arms.

“Dad can’t hear you. He took his medications. The meds always knock him out.”

I smack his chest again, giggling.

Chapter forty-six

Bruce

We enjoy the rest of the days with my dad. He and Jola made progress on the puzzle and Dad promise to finish and frame it. Dad takes her number; much as I didn’t want him to but there was no getting around that. We drive home, happy and laughing. She falls asleep in my arms later that night.

Once Ice confirms that she got to work safely, I head to work myself. Wolfe and James already have Eric in the basement of the building. The moment he sees me:

“I have quit and found another job. I haven’t seen or talked to her,” he starts to say. “Since you warned me, I have stayed far away from her.” He rapidly says in fear

“I know, because if you had talked to her, you wouldn’t be alive talking, but I found out something over the weekend.”

He is hyperventilating, with beads of sweat on his head, before I even say what I found out. He probably knows what I’m talking about. “I heard you raped her when she was unable to speak or stop you.” I state in a venomous tone.

“I did… not.” His words are choppy. “I swear, I did.. not. I have…said it multiple times…I did… not rape her.” his trepidation is apparent

“Breathe, I won’t kill you. Yet” His eyes widen

He starts to pant. I sit patiently and watch him till he stops panting.

“If it wasn’t you, who did?” I ask, without anger or rage in my tone or voice.

“I don’t know, but I swear on my life, I didn’t rape her. I wanted to talk to her, but I saw she was asleep. Despite how hard I tried to wake her; she was really knocked out. I covered her up and left. I wasn’t a good boyfriend, but I one hundred percent did not rape her,” he says. I didn’t want to believe him, but there’s something about the way he said it that I knew he was speaking the truth

“So, who did?” I ask

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “All I know is, when I was leaving, some maintenance guy walked past me. I thought it was odd, but I was still upset about our fight and I didn’t question him, I left,”

“What did he look like?” I ask.

“I can’t remember, my mind wasn’t straight. I didn’t really see his face, not like I would remember. All I remember was he wore the campus maintenance uniform with badges, and tools, and he had a bird or eagle tattoo on his neck.” He shrugs. “But I didn’t touch her, I swear.”

“If you saw the tattoo again, would you recognize it?”

“Maybe.”

“Sit tight,” I say.

“Can you please let me go now?” he quietly asks

“Sit tight,” I shout.