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I was considering picking a fight, just to make him snap and he’d have to tear down that iron-clad discipline he kept over both of us, but there was also an itch. A small one that settled between my shoulder blades. That itch was telling me we were running out of time.
That all the dreaminess, the warm sunshine Brett was letting me experience, was going to come to a close. The shadows were done waiting. I felt them drawing nearer until one morning I woke. Brett had already gone to the stadium. I’d slept over at his house and had decided to work from here for the day.
The itch was gone.
I didn’t think about it.
Then my phone buzzed that afternoon, as I was finishing up a meeting with a client.
Vicky: Could you and Brett come out for dinner?
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BILLIE
Brett’s garage door opened at seven that night.
I’d texted him that Vicky had asked us to come over for dinner. When he came in, he took stock of me in the kitchen nook with my laptop in front of me, and his eyes changed. His head tilted to the side and he went all dark and smoldering, and oh boy. I knew what that look meant.
He was either going to torture me or he was done torturing himself.
My vagina instantly clenched, already wet because he’d primed me for so long that a fucking look from him and I was ready to explode.
I began backing up, not knowing if I could handle him stopping just short of what I wanted, what he wanted, what both of our bodies wanted.
His dick. Inside of me.
All the way inside of me.
And doing it over and over again.
I broke out in a sweat just envisioning the feel of him in me, but I said, “Vicky asked—”
He started for me.
My pulse spiked, while I was already starting to pant. “It’d be rude to be late—”
That’s when he dropped his bag, grabbed me, and threw me over his shoulder.
I shrieked before groaning. “Brett.”
His hand came up to my ass, patting me and then caressing me. “Yeah, baby?”
Baby.
Oooh.
I really liked that.
“Wha–what are you doing?”
He carried me upstairs to his bathroom and turned the shower on.
“Brett!”
He ignored me, setting me down and tugging at my clothes.
“I already showered.”
