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I reach for his clothes as he reaches for mine. With some tugging and pulling and kissing, everything comes off, and then we’re naked, and I am on top of him.
“Oriana,” he says again, and I lower myself onto his length. He fills me, slowly, but doesn’t move. He gives me a minute to adjust to his length, and for that, I’m grateful. There’s something tender about this moment right now, something sweet, and I feel like moving too quickly is going to make it feel rushed.
Instead, I start to twist my hips slowly, quietly, gently. I reach for his shoulders and hold on as I carefully begin to grind against his body, lowering myself onto him even more. He groans and closes his eyes. Then he reaches for me, playing with my breasts as I make love to Dale in the middle of the day, in the middle of his house. I kiss his neck and nibble his ears as he fills me.
And right now, I’ve never felt so complete.
I rub my breasts against his chest, touch his hair, run my hands down his arms. Dale opens his eyes, and he looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. He looks at me like I’m a fucking princess. Then his look changes, and he looks at me like he’s a tiger about to pounce on its prey.
And then the sweetness is over.
“My turn,” he whispers, winking at me, and he grabs my hips tightly, and he thrusts up into me.
“Woah,” I groan, grabbing him more tightly. I’ve never felt anything like that before. He’s deep, plunging into me, filling me completely. I feel whole, filled. I feel marked. Owned. I’ve never been particularly into Domination and submission, but this? This is something I could get used to. The way he takes control, the way he makes me feel like I’m totally his? I love this.
“We all have our little tricks,” he murmurs, and then he thrusts up into me again and again and again until I’m suddenly coming, exploding. I’m dying and living all at once and I’ve never felt anything this intense before. I might be screaming or crying out his name. I don’t even know anymore. All I know is that this is where I’m supposed to be. This is what I’m supposed to be feeling. This is what romance is supposed to be: passionate, wonderful, and a little bit naughty.
And then he comes too, whispering my name as he does, biting my neck, holding me. He whispers sweet nothings, tells me how pretty I am, promises that he’s been wanting this since the moment he met me.
I lean against him, closing my eyes, and he wraps his arms tightly around me.
Safe, I realize.
What I feel is safe.
And for the first time, possibly ever, I feel like I am home.
Chapter Nine
Dale
It takes a lot to open up to someone new. It takes bravery and fierce determination, but that’s what Oriana has. She’s strong. She’s wild. She’s perfect.
And she’s mine.
I’m not the type of guy who thinks he owns a woman. That’s not what I mean by “mine.” No, what I mean is that she’s mine to love, mine to hold, mine to fucking worship. I don’t think Oriana has ever been wholly, completely, and totally loved. Not the way she should be because she’s incredible.
Sweet.
Passionate.
She’s a hard worker and she’s curious. She’s determined. She’s friendly. Perhaps most importantly, she doesn’t seem to mind the fact that when we arrive at work on Monday night, everyone seems to know we’re officially sleeping together.
She laughs when Bill and Eric make comments about her being the boss man’s favorite, but she ignores their banter as she gets them their beers.
“What happens between me and the boss man is between me and the boss man,” she says with a slight warning.
“So something did happen!” Eric exclaims.
Oriana just chuckles and shakes her head as she moves away. She starts restocking the bar for the night and making sure we’ve got everything we need. New Year’s Eve really cleaned us out, but we should have enough to get through until our delivery comes in tomorrow. We’re going to need more rum, and we’re getting low on vodka, as well, but somehow, I’m not even worried or concerned about it.
If someone wants rum and we’re out, so what? They can drink whiskey for one night. They can have a bourbon and Coke. They can try tequila. There are plenty of other things and right now, I’m not nearly as worried and stressed as I usually am. I have Oriana to thank for that.
It’s not just because we finally made love.
It’s not because I actually got to taste her and touch her.
No, Oriana calms me because she’s just her. She’s just herself. She’s sweet and she’s interesting and she’s adorable. She’s fun and flirty and kind.
