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Yes, yes, please, yes. "Not..."
Moving faster than I could track to the door, Dale shoved it open. "I'll see you at the apartment after work."
Sinking into the chair at the table, I hung my head. It was getting ridiculous. You couldn't mention sex around me without the bond sucking me into a waking wet dream.
When I left the meeting room, Jeremy was waiting. "Do you know how to get back to the apartment?"
"No."
"Didn't think so. Let's go before you make the whole place horny. You're giving off pheromones like you're in heat."
Busying myself cooking all afternoon, I tried not to think about the happenings of the day. Dale was getting a three-course meal, but if he didn't come home soon, I'd add another course to the menu.
Glancing at the bench, I remembered Dale eating me as dessert, and I was gone. The dream swept me from reality into a writhing, panting, mess on the floor. At least that's how I was when I came back to the here and now.
"Goddess, no more thinking about the first time a guy stuck his face down there." Which, of course, didn't help as I swept into the memory of how good Dale was with his lips and tongue. Thankfully, I'd set the timer, and the loud noise brought me startling back to reality.
Struggling to move my quaking body, I killed the noise. Checking on dinner, I turned the temperatures down to warm only before I went to the bathroom to freshen up. That included a fresh set of knickers.
When I came out, I opened all the windows and doors in the apartment. Turning on the exhaust fan, I spritzed air freshener everywhere to try and mask my pheromones. When Dale finally walked in, my knees started to shake with the effort of holding myself together.
Peering around at all the open windows and doors, Dale met my eyes and raised a manicured brow over his indigo eyes. Face heating, we both started laughing.
"Thank you for being considerate enough to open the windows, but you don't need to freeze to death."
That's when I noticed I was shivering. Was that because I was cold? I didn't feel cold. Following Dale's eyes to my chest, I crossed my arms to hide how hard my nipples were. It looked like I was smuggling smarties in my bra. Maybe I was cold, or just really, really...
"Vera!" Dale sighed. "Dinner smells wonderful."
Taking the hint, I moved to the kitchen to get plates ready. "How was your day?"
Dale grimaced. "Hard. Quite literally, hard. I'm bonded to a randy female who can't stop thinking about my head between her thighs."
My eyes went to his crotch, and as I did, he grew hard again. Gripping the counter to prevent another daydream, I swallowed a mouthful of desire. "This isn't going to ease is it?"
"It's going to get worse, Vera." Removing his jacket, Dale then toed off his shoes and socks. "At this rate, you are going to spend the night in fevered dreams, possibly tomorrow as well."
Staring helplessly as Dale unbuttoned his shirt, I bit my lip. As Dale stepped towards me, my body temperature rose. Sweat beaded on my skin, and moisture pooled between my thighs. When his hands unzipped his pants and pushed them down his hips, I licked my lips and took a shaking step towards him.
"I'm scared," I whispered as I lowered the zip on my dress.
Pupils dilating as I dropped the dress to the ground, Dale inhaled. "I know."
"You promise you won't hurt me?"
"Only if you ask me for your sexual pleasure."
Reaching behind me, I unclasped my bra, letting it fall. Dale's throat convulsed. I couldn't meet his eyes; they were too intense. Hot everywhere, I trembled where I stood. With a deep breath, I hooked my thumbs inside the band of my knickers and slid them down my thighs. "I still want a wedding."
Striding towards me, Dale nodded. "It's already arranged for tomorrow evening." With a sweep of his arm, Dale cuffed my neck and pulled me towards him.
Our lips crashed together, grunts escaping our throats as our bodies collided. Dale's body was so hard and firm. His strength felt in the muscles bunching under his skin. The firm grasp of Dale's fingers, the eager pinch of his lips, transmitted Dale's impatience.
Dropping to my knees, I longed to taste him. Fisting my hair, Dale waited for me to take him as far as I could into my mouth, then he trembled. "Goddess, Vera!" Pulling himself free, Dale fell on me as he pushed me to the ground under him. "I can't wait any longer. You deserve more, but I can't, not this time."
Shifting between my thighs, Dale found my moist opening with his leaking tip. "I promise I'll make this up to you." Crushing my mouth in a kiss, Dale shoved into me.
My nails scratching his back, I cried out. Malcolm didn't believe in foreplay, but I wasn't quite ready for Dale, despite the day of wet dreams. Dale had a little more girth than I was used to, and my body's initial response was, 'what the ...?'
