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I can’t make every encounter with her intimate.
Sooner or later, we won’t be able to stop. Her virgin pussy will beg for my manhood, wanting me to spread her untouched lips and claim her for the first time.
All before we’ve told Julian.
Told himwhat, though? What would we even say?
Buster walks over, sitting at my feet and whining softly.
“You can sense my mood, eh, boy?” I say, stroking him under the chin. “It’ll all work out. One day, Lauren and I will be married. You’ll meet our children, Buster. You’ll be their best friend. You’ll see.”
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
Lauren
I press my forehead against the window, the glass cool against my skin as the car glides across the open tarmac toward the helicopter.
I told Mom I was going to see a friend.
I lied to her to cover up the…the what? The fling?
Affair?
Relationship?
It’s difficult not to overthink it, but I keep returning to that moment when he said he was becoming obsessed with me…as obsessed as I am with him?
Last night, as I lay in bed thinking about him, I wondered how he’d react if I told him about the crush. After he shared that awful stuff about his childhood, I feel I know him so much better, like we’re closer than we’ve been.
It makes me want to be honest with him. Surely he wouldn’t have shared that with me, the only time he’s even spoken about it if this didn’t mean anything. But just because it meanssomething, that doesn’t mean his feelings are the same as mine.
The chauffeured car stops, and then Silas walks over from the helicopter, his tattooed arms bulging in his wife beater. He’s wearing an overall, the kind pilots wear, but it’s unzipped down to the waist.
He’s got his classic smirk on his face. His silver hair catches the sun.
He looks cocky again like all the pain has drifted away. But I can see it when I look closer into his intense ice-blue eyes.
Him...the little boy, caged, dreaming of being free.
Would he tie himself down with me? With anybody?
“You look scared,” he says, laughing. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing…mostly.”
Suddenly it hits me, and I laugh at the pure shock of it. There’s this exhilarating undercurrent with Silas, like every moment becomes even more possible…to ignore, to pretend a phantom Dad isn’t watching, judging.
Silas waits for the driver to leave, then gestures at the helicopter. “Do you trust me?”
I take a breath, my heart fluttering quicker each moment.
Everything’s possible. With us. Me and my man.
“Yes,” I say.
He takes my hand. Our warmth blazes when we come together, triggering instincts in us.
Our gazes meet, and I can tell he’s feeling it, too, the urge to crush our bodies together. To drag my nails down his firm chest, push my teeth against him as he savagely smears my wetness all over my pussy.
“Come on,” he says, voice getting husky. “Before you start giving me ideas.”
