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I was high from the sex, still buzzed from the alcohol.
“I meant what I said,” he growled and slid his hand down my belly and settled it between my thighs, cupping my pussy and keeping his cum deep inside me. “You’re mine.”
I felt my body start to heat all over again.
“This isn’t the end, baby. It’s the fucking beginning.”
And all I could do was grin and say, “It sure is.”
Chapter Fourteen
Izzy
A week later
I sat at my desk, staring at my computer, the library’s catalog staring right back at me as if it dared me to do actual work. But I couldn’t help but think of last weekend with Tommy, all the things I felt, all the things he said to me. He’d been so possessive, so sure I was his that there was no doubt in my mind he meant every word.
And when I left Toronto—when I left him—he made sure to look in my eyes and tell me he wasn’t letting this end, that he wasn’t going to let me get away. And I looked him right back in the eyes and told him good, that I didn’t want him to.
And here I was, glancing at my cell phone that sat beside me on my desk, my messages open because we’d been texting all morning. In fact, we’d been talking nonstop since we left Toronto. We had plans to visit each other the following weekend, Tommy coming to me. Despite the fact that he lived only an hour from me, it seemed like a continent separated us.
And next week felt like an eternity away. Hell, the past week of not seeing him felt like forever. Because no amount of texting, phone calls, or video chatting, was a substitution for the real thing. Although, hearing Tommy’s sexy, dirty, sinfully erotic demands over video chatting, had me blushing even now.
I closed my eyes and thought about our video chat just last night, how he’d told me to touch myself… how he’d touched himself.
How we’d gotten off together.
“How was your trip?” Trey asked from the doorway.
I opened my eyes and glanced up, startled by his deep voice pulling me out of my very inappropriate thoughts at work. I smiled and nodded. “It was fun.” I tried not to blush as I thought about all the “fun” things I’d done with Tommy.
Trey slowly smirked, and I felt my face become even hotter, wondering what he was up to.
“What?” His little smile turned into a full-blown grin as he looked over his shoulder and glanced back at me.
“I’m assuming you had a real good time over the weekend.” He lifted his brow and tipped his chin. “So good, in fact, that you brought him home with you.”
I felt my heart thumping in my chest. I sat up straighter, my nerves getting the better of me. “What?” I squeaked out. Tommy was here? Trey looked over his shoulder again and I saw him gesture for whoever was behind him to come closer. I was so nervous at the moment, my pulse racing, my cheeks feeling hot. And then there was Tommy, standing in the doorway, Trey giving him a onceover. I could see the appreciation in Trey’s eyes, and then he looked over at me, gave me a wink and a thumbs up, and left.
Tommy stepped into the office, reaching out without looking, and closed the door. He had this expression on his face that almost looked like… happy relief.
“Damn,” he said on a sigh. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.”
I slowly stood and ran my palms up and down my legs.
“You just saw me last night on video chat,” I teased, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I loved hearing him confess that.
“Not the same, baby.”
The way he said the endearment had me feeling all giddy. And he was right. It wasn’t the same thing.
“What are you doing here?” My voice sounded so damn breathless. We hadn’t made plans for anything sooner than the following weekend, so seeing him standing here, just feet from me, seemed a little bit surreal in the best of ways.
“Yeah…” He lifted his hand and ran it over his nape, looking a little sheepish. “I swear I’m not a stalker,” he said, looking up at me, his head slightly downcast still.
Maybe I want you to be my stalker.
God, he looked incredible. He wore a pair of jeans that were a little bit distressed, a long-sleeved Henley with three little brown buttons, and a dark cargo-style jacket. I could see his shirt sleeves slightly peeking out from the cuffs of his jacket, and his muscles… Lord have mercy, his muscles were so pronounced the material couldn’t even hide them.
“I missed you, Izzy.” His tone told me he wasn’t the least bit ashamed that he’d just shown up so he could see me. And that’s exactly what I wanted to hear and see.
