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“Hey you, it may be time to come back, baby. You’ve been far too quiet. Found a replacement for me in the Big Apple?” The words sting, and I close my eyes.
I laugh, but it’s a put on.
“I miss you,” He says.
“I miss you too. I’ll be home in a couple of days.” I feel the heat creep up my cheeks.
“How’s the song coming along?” He asks.
“Better than I expected. Ally is a natural, and she’s doing my words justice. I even have a couple of my older songs, I’d like Harrison to pitch to the producer.”
“That is brilliant, babe.”
“How was your meeting?”
“We landed the client.” He tells me, I can hear the excitement in his voice. “We have a lot to celebrate when you get home.”
The door opens, and Denton stands there with a bouquet of daisies in one hand and wine in the other. He smirks at me, setting them down on the table.
“Nate, I have to go, but I’ll see you soon, and we can catch up on everything. I have dinner with the team.” The lie slips out so easily.
“I love you, Bre. Truly. I took you for granted for a long time, but I won’t do that again.”
“I love you too,” I say before ending the call.
Denton walks out of the room and into the bathroom when I say that. God, what the fuck does he expect me to do? I hear the shower as I lie on the bed and close my eyes. He comes back into the room fifteen minutes later, not even a towel around his waist. I can’t help but stare.
He pulls two glasses out of a cabinet and pours some red wine into the glasses. He hands me one.
“No, hello?” I ask.
“Hello.” He frowns, downing his wine. “I need something stronger,” he says and walks to the minibar and drags out the bottle of Hennessy he ordered yesterday.
He pours two glasses of it. I down my wine and walk over to where he sits at the table, sitting astride him on his lap and taking one glass, taking a sip. The burn is tantalizing.
He takes a sip of his, then sucks on my bottom lip. His hands reach into my robe, and he plays with my nipples. I take another drink, and I like the heat of the whiskey. Undoing my robe, he lets it hang loose as he strokes his fingers up and down my body.
“Aren’t we going to talk about why that made you angry?” I say, kissing his lips softly.
“No.” Denton kisses me hard on my lips. “I want you to climb on my dick and ride me.”
I stand, then lower myself onto him. My robe slides off. I grind against him, his arms wrapping around my waist. He sucks on my nipples, biting just the way I like it. I start to fuck him harder, rubbing his dick against my sensitive clit. I come so hard I scream. I keep fucking his dick until he’s growling in a shattering orgasm, shooting cum into me. He grips the back of my head, bringing my lips to his; this kiss isn’t possessive or demanding. It’s gentle and desperate. “Can I hold you until I have to let you go?”
“I’d like that.”
He curls around me in bed. I feel his erection, and it turns me on yet again, but I want him to hold me. I want to know that this is real, that I never dreamed any of it. He kisses my shoulders, neck, and hair.
“You have always been perfect to me, kitten.” He says, and I hear his breathing even as he drifts off to sleep.
“I love you,” I whisper. I know he can’t hear me, but I need to get it off my chest.
14
Denton
Lies. The saying goes that if you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything. You don’t have to remember not to look at her across the room when she walks into it looking sexy. You don’t have to hold your tongue when you’re drunk off your ass. You don’t have to remember anything.
Things have pretty much returned to normal, whatever that is. New York seems like a lifetime away. There’s a song I listen to on repeat. Secret Lovers. I heard it playing in a store one day, and I asked the clerk at the checkout what that song was. He looked at me like I was crazy, handed me a CD, and it’s been my anthem.
