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So she didn’t stop. Instead, she slid the vibrator over her clit one last time, then down. Down, until she could push it deep in
side and fuck herself while Eric wrapped her hair around his fist. She opened her mouth for him, and there was hot approval in his eyes as he rubbed himself against her open lips.
Groaning again, she slid her tongue under him, trying to draw him in. He pushed in a little, but slowly pulled back, leaving her whimpering for more. Instead of giving her more, Eric held her still and stroked himself, only the head of his cock pressed to her tongue.
She loved it. The tightness of his fist in her hair, the fullness of her sex as she pushed the vibrator deeper, the knowledge that he was using her just the way he wanted. This shouldn’t be her fantasy: on her knees in front of him, mouth eager and open. But at that moment, it felt like everything she’d ever wanted.
All those years of need and desire were building to a heavy weight between her thighs. A shaking, pulsing weight that pressed harder and harder against her clit. Every breath she exhaled was a small moan that kept the same rhythm as Eric’s stroking hand. Her thighs shook. Her hips jerked against her own hand.
When she felt Eric’s fist tighten to a brutal hold, Beth sighed and pressed her tongue tighter to him. Grunting, he held her still as he came, and when she pictured what she must look like for him, it was too much. She cried out as the climax took over her body and turned her inside out. It went on and on until she was so sensitive she could only shake and sob.
When Beth came to her senses, she was crouched on her knees, her forehead pressed to the rough fabric that covered Eric’s thigh. Eyes open, she panted and stared at his shoes. Had she really just done that? Had that been her?
The sound of him zipping up his pants rang in her ears, and she had the disconcerting thought that he was about to throw money on the table and leave. Disconcerting, because the idea sent a thrill through her spent body.
But he didn’t, of course. He lifted her up and slid her onto the bed, then waited for her to edge over before he collapsed, one arm slung over his eyes.
“Jesus Christ, Beth.”
She sighed. “I know.”
He lifted his head for a moment before letting it collapse to the pillow again. “And you’re still dressed.”
“Am I? I’m too numb to tell.”
“That was…”
“Crazy,” she whispered.
“Yeah.”
This was getting a little scary. Not because the sex was rough and wild, but because it got more intense every time. That night in the hotel room, that night that had changed her life—it seemed so mild now. Just another round of good sex. But the more time she spent with Eric, the more she needed from him.
“What did you say on the phone?” she asked softly. “Just before we hung up?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“Because I thought you said something about not being Eric Donovan.”
His chest rose on a sharp breath. Beth turned onto her side to watch him, but his face was still mostly covered by his arm. His muscles were tight beneath his skin.
“Michael Donovan wasn’t my father,” he finally said. “He adopted me when I was eight. My real dad was never around. He didn’t give a shit.”
She didn’t feel any shock at the words. He didn’t look anything like Jamie. She might have suspected, if she hadn’t been so distracted by their lies. “But if he adopted you, your name is Donovan, right?”
A tight smile flashed over his face. “Yeah. I didn’t lie about that part. But it feels like a lie, sometimes. It always has.”
She laid her head on her arm and wrapped her fingers over his biceps. “He treated you differently?”
“No. Never. But I knew. And I made damn sure to be the son he wanted. Not because he demanded perfection, but because I wanted to give him that. He deserved it.”
Beth didn’t say anything. She understood. She’d wanted to be perfect for her dad, too.
“But then he died, and I had to be more than a perfect son. I had to be a dad and a brother and a business owner. I had to be the disciplinarian, and the breadwinner, and Christ, I had to be Tessa’s mom, too. When she needed to see the doctor or buy a prom dress. I just…”
Beth realized she was pressing her nails into his skin and made her hand relax.
“That night, when I said I didn’t know why I lied, that’s only partly true. I know why I didn’t bother correcting you. Honestly, it hardly felt like it mattered. My real name or not my real name, I don’t know who I am lately. My siblings are grown up. They don’t need me anymore. I’m a Donovan brother who’s not even a Donovan. And that night felt like the first real thing I’d done in years.”
