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I huddled under the covers for warmth and looked at one of his art books while he disappeared to the kitchen. He came back with sandwiches. I ate two, leaning against him in the circle of his arms.
“Dexter and Sydney,” I murmured. “They cheated on me. Together.”
“Yeah.” He gripped me tighter.
I pulled back. “You don’t sound surprised.”
He sighed. “I’m not.”
“You knew?” My voice rose. “And you didn’t tell me? After all your talk about being honest and never lying?”
From behind, he took my chin in his hand. His palm was big and so icy. “Christina, I didn’t know. I guessed. I’ve seen too much cheating and I didn’t want to be right.”
I’d been avoiding his gaze. I turned, and for the first time, I got a good look at his face. He was even paler than usual, his expression strained.
“What happened?” I gasped. “What was that phone call about? Something’s wrong. You can tell me. Don’t just shake your head.”
Abruptly, he got up and walked to his desk. He was silent, stiff. When he set down the empty cookie sheet tray and faced me, his eyes were intent.
“Do you want to fuck tonight?” he asked bluntly. “Don’t feel obligated. You don’t want to, we won’t.”
I sat up, holding the covers. My throat felt dry. “It’s always been a choice,” I managed. “The answer’s yes.”
Patrick stood unmoving, one hand on the desk. Like he knew what he wanted, but needed a minute before he said it.
“Then I want you to take charge.”
“What?” I slid out of bed. “I’m sorry, I thought I heard you say—”
“You heard right.”
I didn’t ask why. I knew it had something to do with the phone call. Staring at him, I closed the space between us.
Slowly, I unbuttoned his shirt. Then his pants. He watched as I untied my top, my fingers shaking. Even when I was in charge, Patrick made me nervous. He was utterly still, a statue, as our clothes puddled at our feet. Naked, I took his hand and led him to the bed.
He lay on his back, one arm flung behind his head, regarding me with pale eyes. When I ran my hands down his carved contours, he sighed. His cock stirred, and I curled my fingers around it. His balls were velvety in my hand.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. For his sake, for both our sakes. “Everything’s okay.”
His grin looked hollow. “That’s the best you can do for dirty talk, girl?”
I flushed. “I — I like your cock,” I tried. “I like the way it feels in my hand. The way it fits inside me. The way it — splits me open.”
He grunted softly.
“When you look at me — it’s like you’re going to strip me naked and make a snack out of me.” A giggle burst from my mouth. My nerves were all stirred up. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe. He waited. “I like what happens when you put your hands on my body. I get so fucking nervous and excited. You make me unbelievably wet. Just being near you, hearing your voice — feel.”
I took his hand and brought it between my legs.
“Oh,” I gasped at his touch. He didn’t move, just let me press his hand against me. I rolled my hips, sliding my pussy against his palm.
“I liked when you spanked me.” My confession spilled out. “It was so dirty. Twisted. I’ve fantasized so many times about you doing that again while I touch myself in bed. And sucking on you. You’ve barely let me do that. Jesus, I didn’t even like giving head, and now—”
I crouched down and swirled my tongue over the head of his cock, sucking him in while I held his hand over my mound. It was erotic, it was overwhelming, it was right to take him as deep as I could. Patrick’s low growls and flexing thighs were everything I wanted.
I pulled off him, kissing his cock.
“I— I need you now,” I said shakily. His silence drove my nerves higher.
