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He pulls my body deep into his as he speaks. “Baby, I just found my way home. I want to be buried there so deep I can’t remember when I was homeless. And I want you to feel me so deep inside you that you don’t remember what it was like to be empty.”
“I’ll meet you in bed, then.” I step out of my pants and drop my shirt on the floor to walk stark naked through the kitchen to our bedroom, calling over my shoulder, “Don’t be long.”
I duck into the shower and rinse off since it takes Layton way longer than I’d hoped. I come out wrapped in a towel to find him staring out the back door, one hand scratching Kyle as his tail sweeps the floor.
“Layton?”
He turns a serious face on me. I extend a hand. “Come to bed, handsome. Need to feel you slide home.”
He checks the lock on the door, hits the lights, and tells Kyle to go to bed. He stalks toward me and tugs the towel until it hits the floor.
His hands hit my jaws, and he tilts my mouth up to his in a brutal kiss. I reach for his waistband and tug down his joggers, palming his hot erection.
He steps out of his shoes and lets his pants fall to the floor, pushing his cock into my hand.
He’s too much for one hand—his length, his girth, the shape of his tip. I moan as I stroke him.
He breaks the kiss long enough to rip his shirt over his head and lay me on the bed. He crawls over me without a word, holds my eyes, and positions his cock at my entrance. I wrap my legs around his back and lift to meet him.
When he won’t come inside, I reach between us to guide him. He clamps his eyes shut, and his jaw clenches.
“Layton?”
“I’m sorry I hurt you, Pix. I’m sorry for everything I put you through. I—” He opens his eyes and holds mine as he slides inch by inch inside me until he’s fully seated.
My nose warms, and I fight tears.
He drags out of me so slowly before gliding back in just as measured. “You feel so good. I can’t explain it. So tight, so slick. I’ve never, except for earlier with you, ever been like this. It’s brutal pleasure and exquisite pain.” He pulls out again, twisting his hips before sliding to the end of me.
“I wish there were words to explain…”
“Don’t hold back. Take what you need, Layton.”
“I have what I need. I have you.” His mouth comes to mine, slow and languid.
When he pulls back, a grin plays at his mouth. “Did I ever tell you about after our first meeting in your office?”
I shake my head.
“Well, you’re hot as fuck. And your body is freaking amazing. I’m sure you said something wonderful and brilliant, but I wanted to suck your tits until they pebbled and run my tongue along the ridges of your abs.” He keeps stroking me deep, building a beautiful orgasm inside me. “I’m not being sexist. It wasn’t like I wrote off what was between your ears for what was between your legs, but I left with a semi. It didn’t get to full mast because I spent half the time trying to think of things that are boner killers.”
I laugh, and the movement changes his rhythm. He gets faster, more erratic.
“What did you think of me?”
“I thought you were arrogant, but that if I gave you enough time, you’d come back. You’re too smart and competitive not to take every advantage when it’s given.”
“You didn’t think about what it would be like between us?”
“Not at that first meeting, no.” I lift one leg higher on his back, mentally registering it’s his stronger side.
“The second?”
“I knew there was a problem when you rebuffed me at the club.”
He stops mid-glide. “I never rebuffed you.”
“You said something like you thought I was sexy from afar but didn’t know it was me. The fact that hurt told me I cared more about your opinion than I should.” I reach to pull his butt toward me, lifting my hips. “Don’t stop.”
