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I try to shake off the memory, but my tummy knots up and my whole body feels cold all of a sudden—not ideal for what I’m trying to do.
His firm hand on the back of my head makes me panic, so I pull back hard and fall on my butt. I’m relieved he let me becauseif he’d have exerted even a slight reluctance to let me pull away, I would’ve been tempted to jump out of the moving vehicle.
“Are you okay?” he asks, watching me carefully.
I nod, but maybe he can still see the remnants of alarm in my eyes because he doesn’t look like he believes me.
My chest feels tight. I almost can’t breathe.
“Aubrey?”
“I’m fine, I just need a minute.”
Dare watches me struggle to get my shit together on the floor at his feet. Before I manage to completely recover, the car stops. A glance out the window alerts me that we’re home.
Dare tucks his cock away, and I pull my coat back on. I feel stupid for having a reaction like that, but maybe it’s better that we’re home. This is our place. I’m comfortable here. Once we’re in the bed we sleep in together every night, I won’t fall apart.
The townhouse is dark when we step inside, but Dare doesn’t turn on any of the lights. He keeps me close, his hand at my waist. I curl close to him, and he bends to give me a kiss, then we head upstairs.
Since I got him aroused in the car, I figure we’ll get right back to it when we come inside, but Dare says he’s going to take a shower and wash off his Joker makeup first.
I sit cross-legged on our bed with my laptop open and my phone beside it.
Even though Dare said this time that I could keep my messages, I don’t know if that will stick, or if there will be some other time he doesn’t feel as lenient. I don’t want to lose all of it, so I scroll through and take screenshots of every message Hannah and I have ever exchanged. I send them to abackup email address Dare doesn’t know about, then I delete the screenshots and the sent emails, clear my history and my cookies on my computer just to be safe.
There.
I feel better knowing I have all of it backed up somewhere.
I’m just finishing up when Dare comes back into the bedroom.
Since I was busy doing other things, I’m still dressed as Harley Quinn, but he’s Dare again. He’s only wearing his boxer briefs when he moves my closed laptop and climbs on the bed.
I lie back on my elbows and look up at him as he straddles me.
Since my hair isn’t blond and Harley Quinn isn’t brunette, I bought an ash blond wig as part of my costume. I wanted it to look nice, and money isn’t really an issue for me anymore, so I went with an expensive one made of real human hair. I look pretty convincing as a blonde tonight with the tips of my pigtails dyed blue and pink.
Dare grabs a pigtail and carefully tugs the hair free from its elastic prison. He pushes his fingers through the soft locks of blond hair to shake it free of the shape, then spreads it across my shoulder.
Since he seems intrigued by the wig, I smile and tease, “You want to bang a blonde tonight?”
A smirk tugs at his full lips, and he meets my gaze. “Sure.”
I bite down on my bottom lip, strangely excited for a bit of spicy play. I don’t know why it even feels so adventurous, but as he threads his fingers into my other pigtail and spreads the blond hair out across my other shoulder, my blood heats.
Dare comes down on top of me, grabbing my neck and holding me in place as he tastes my lips. I wrap my arms around him, lightly dragging my painted nails down his muscular back.
He growls against my mouth and excitement spikes in my belly.
“I want to role-play,” he states.
I feel a pinch of nervous excitement. We’ve never done it before, so I hope I don’t feel stupid, but I wanted to do something extra special for him tonight and I’d probably prefer that to having another panic attack over his cock.
“Okay,” I say, caressing the side of his face and kissing his perfect lips. “You want me to be Harley?” I tease. Reprising my role as Margot Robbie’s Harley, I tell him, “I think I have the voice down pretty well, puddin’. What do you want to do to me?”
He shakes his head. I’d be nervous at the calculating look in his eyes if we weren’t in bed with his cock pressed against me. “No. I want you to be quiet.”
He seems serious, so I drop the act and nod. Quiet is easy. I can be quiet. “Okay.”
