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We stop outside my room, and I fumble with my keycard. After a brief struggle, I finally open the door, stepping inside and gesturing for Dylan to follow.
“It’s not much,” I say as I turn on the light. I look around the small space with a single queen-sized bed, a compact workspace in the corner, and a small en-suite bathroom. I’m sure it’s a shoebox compared to his accommodations at Presley’s apartment.
In the past, it didn’t matter since I usually came back to my hotel room alone. But this time I have Dylan by my side and for once I don’t feel the crippling sadness that I typically experience after one of my shows, knowing he’s going to take care of me.
“I don’t give a damn about the room,” Dylan states softly from behind me.
The door clicks closed and he spins me around and pins me up against the closest wall. He presses his hands against either side of my head, trapping me in. It takes me back to the moment we shared outside of Willow Creek Café, but this time I intend to let him kiss me, amongother things.
“I swear my siblings dragged out our dinner on purpose,” he complains. “I’ve been waiting to get you to myself all night.”
“Now that you have me, what are you going to do about it?” I ask in a sultry tone.
He rests his forehead against mine. “Marlow?”
“Mm-hmm?”
“Walking into that gallery tonight and seeing you with Gavin nearly drove me mad.” There’s a touch of anguish in his tone. “The idea of you with someone else messes with my head.”
When I saw him walk in tonight, my heart practically leaped out of my chest. I didn’t realize how much I needed him there until he came to stand next to me, wrapping his arm around me in a reassuring grip. I’ll have to thank his mom for making it possible. Johanna might be pushy, but it was very much appreciated in this case.
I was moved by Dylan’s gesture of purchasing one of my paintings. It showed he genuinely cares about me and my endeavors, which means more than he knows.
“What are you saying?” I ask tentatively.
“Be mine, sunshine? The only person I want to be with is you.”
“Dylan, I can’t promise—”
“I know.” He presses a kiss to my temple. “All I’m asking is for tonight… and tomorrow. And the day after that. I’m fully aware that there’s a chance you’ll be leaving Aspen Grove soon,” he says in a solemn tone.
The very thought makes me uneasy.
“I want to see where this takes us because I’d regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t.” He clasps my hands in his.
“I don’t want us to see other people either,” I admit. “What about Lola? I don’t think we should tell her anything for now.”
The last thing I’d ever want to do is break her heart if things don’t work out between her dad and me.
“That’s a good idea, but…” Dylan sighs. “I don’t want you to think you’re my dirty little secret.”
I erupt in laughter. “Oh, trust me, your siblings don’t doubt that you have feelings for me. Not after the way you reacted to seeing me at the gallery tonight. And besides, what if I don’t mind the idea?”
“What idea?”
“Being your dirty little secret.” I let go of his hands, and gently remove his glasses, placing them on the chest of drawers beside me. Dylan watches me intently when I drop to my knees on the floor in front of him.
“Marlow, what are you doing?” His voice is strained.
“Something I’ve wanted to do since you fingered me in the back of the gallery tonight,” I confess bluntly.
I unbuckle his belt and unfasten his slacks. He stands perfectly still as I pull down his zipper and tug down his pants. I gape at the sheer size of him strainingbehind his boxers before slowly dragging them down his legs.
I lift my hooded eyes to meet his smoldering gaze as I curl my fingers around his thick cock. He takes a sharp intake of breath as I move my hand up and down his shaft in slow, steady strokes. Pre-cum leaks from the tip, and I lean forward to lap it up with my tongue.
“Fuck, you’re sexy as hell,” he states.
Dylan winds his finger through my hair, urging me to take him in my mouth. I don’t hesitate, sucking the crown with fervor, and when he tightens his grip, coaxing me to take him deeper, I hollow my cheeks until his head is at the back of my throat. He lets me set the pace as I adjust.
