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I don’t want to fail her. No matter what support she provides, patients in her life have limited time. I want to use her support for something lasting. Even if it’s just getting my career back.
I kiss her forehead and step forward.
Chapter21
London
Iwake up to the most amazing sensation. It takes a moment for my brain to fully comprehend the feeling. Mostly because it’s so good, I don’t try to unravel it. It’s unraveling me. I stretch my arms luxuriously, the silky sheets smooth under my fingertips.
My body vibrates with desire and the message finally gets to my brain, and I realize it’s Dominic’s tongue between my legs that woke me up.
I don’t know when I last woke up with a smile on my face, let alone a talented mouth between my thighs. Yet, this has become my typical morning over the past two weeks.
I moan loudly and arch my back. “Good morning.” I sink my fingers into his hair and look down.
Oh, the glint in his eyes. “Good morning.” His whisper against my sensitive spot almost pushes me over the edge, but Dominic has other plans.
He pushes up, the biceps bulging around me, and slides inside in one fluid thrust. Mornings are the only times when we make love. All the other times he fucks me like he hates me. I love all of it. Even the lovemaking.
Had I known sleepovers have this kind of ending, I would have made them a part of my life sooner.
I’ve been practically living with Dominic, and to my surprise, it irritates me less than I anticipated. Maybe living with my parents prior to this honed my cohabitation skills, or maybe Dominic is just easy to live with.
We’ve fallen into a beautiful rhythm of life, working together, living together, and giving each other plenty of orgasms.
Case in point, I scream his name as we reach the summit together. This is the best way to start a day. Relaxing and invigorating at the same time.
Dominic kisses me deeply and then jumps out of bed. “Good morning, baby. Join me in the shower.” He winks, but I know this is not an optional invitation. After all, this is his bedroom, and he is in charge.
Still dazed from sleep and the orgasm, I don’t move immediately.
“Chils,” he growls, and I find him leaning against the doorway. His eyes darken with the sinful threat.
I don’t know when and how I lost my mind, but I stumble from the bed and pad across the room to join him. I get rewarded. Against the sink, watching us in the mirror. And then again in the shower. The man has no limits.
Later, I leave to spend some time with my dad. He’s been doing much better. His tests are encouraging and his treatment ended. Now we have to wait and see. They will move back to their house in a few days.
“You look happier every day, darling.” Dad pulls me into a hug. He hasn’t recovered his former strength, but he has more energy.
We’re sitting on my sofa, just admiring the winter shine of Central Park beyond the windows.
“I’m reasonably happy, Dad. I’m glad you’re doing better.” I rest my cheek on his chest, reveling in the beat of his heart.
What a beautiful vibration. A silent sound of life. My dad got a new lease on life. We don’t know how long the terms are, but I’m grateful for every moment.
“I’m not going anywhere. Not just yet.” He strokes my back. The list of things I let myself enjoy is growing every day.
“And how is work, Lo?” Bianca comes from the kitchen and sits beside us. “You and Dom have been bickering all the time, but spending more time together seems to suit your relationship.”
I straighten up, smiling. She is not wrong. “We work well together. Though Dominic started leaning into real work more, consulting with some of his clients.”
“It’s a shame you lost the Chicago property. It would have been great for your endeavors and your relationship.” Bianca stands up and straightens magazines on the coffee table. The woman can’t sit still.
She’s right—losing the Chicago property to a higher bid is the only dark cloud over the past two weeks. Frankly, I was partially relieved, because it means I’ll be more permanently closer to my dad.
At the same time, it freed up time for Dominic and he picked up more of his regular work, which bothers me. We have been avoiding the topic. Both of us refuse to cast shadows over our carefully created cocoon.
I’m not a fool. I understand he hasn’t had a complete transformation, and he won’t be fully satisfied taking on small pro bono cases forever, but I would prefer it if he steered toward defending more innocent people. Or moved to New York permanently.
