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I must lose track of time for a moment because I’m no longer on my knees with Matthew kneeling behind me. He’s arranged us to that he’s spooning me to his chest. I wriggle against his still hard cock, in awe that he’s hard again so quickly. He grips my hip, stopping me from my teasing movements.
“Behave.”
“What if I don’t want to behave?” I ask sleepily.
He chuckles. “Sleep, love. There will be plenty of time to misbehave tomorrow.”
I want to protest, but the cheater starts petting my hair, and I drift off to sleep.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
ROSE
I come awake on a moan with Matthew between my legs, licking my clit. I have no idea how long he’s been licking me, but my orgasm rushes through me before I can fully make sense of what’s happening.
With a pleased devil-may-care smile, he crawls up my body dropping kisses along the way. “Morning, beautiful.”
“Mm. Morning, Matty.”
His lips find mine in a tender kiss at the same moment he slides his cock inside my still clenching sheathe. His lips never leave mine as he rolls his hips, making sweet love to me. Tears slip from my eyes as we both find our releases. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.
Last night was passionate and perfect. I didn’t think it could get any better but this… this was more. So much more.
“Don’t cry, my love.” Matthew kisses away my tears. “Please, don’t be sad.”
I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him tight until it feels like he’s crushing me, and I hold him tighter still. “Happy tears. I promise. That was…” I trail off, unable to find the words to describe what we just shared.
“Everything,” he says simply.
I nod, burying my face in his neck. “Exactly.”
* * *
“Are you sure you won’t go with me?” Matthew asks for the dozenth time. He has to go into the club for a little while and meet with someone named Gunner. Apparently, he works at one of the other clubs and is in town for some mysterious business that Matthew doesn’t seem to want to explain since he keeps evading my questions.
“I’m sure.”
Matthew crosses the small space to me. We just got out of the shower, where he washed every inch of my body, then brought me to orgasm with his very talented tongue.
“I don’t like leaving you alone.” I smile when he pulls me into his arms.
“I’m never alone. Hannah and Slade are here. Besides… I think I’m going to take a nap. Someone wore me out.” I yawn as if to punctuate the fact that I am still tired.
He looks at me with concern as if he’s trying to gauge if I’m truly tired or if this is another symptom of my depression.
“I’m fine, Matty. Seriously, I feel fantastic.”
Thankfully, he takes me at my word, and a few minutes later, he’s tucking me into bed and leaving with a promise to hurry back.
* * *
Unlike when I was wrapped up in Matthew’s arms, my sleep isn’t peaceful. I dream of Nelson Grant, only this dream isn’t a memory like the others, though no less horrifying. Matthew is there, beaten and gagged, tied to a chair. He’s forced to watch as I’m raped by Mr. Brown. The whole time Grant stands to the side cackling in glee as he watches my ruination.
I’m listless when I wake up. Wishing that I would’ve gone with Matthew instead of insisting on staying home. The happiness I’ve felt since last night has been completely smothered by hopelessness. I do my best to smile and talk with Hannah as I watch her bake brownies for Slade. She smiles slyly as she gives up his version of kryptonite—baked goods. Any kind of dessert, really.
“Just wait. He won’t be able to resist coming to get one. He might be a big tough guy, but he’s got a wicked sweet tooth.”
Hannah isn’t wrong. A minute before the timer goes off, Slade wanders into the kitchen from the office where he spends most of his time while we are home. The timer buzzes, and Hannah dances over to the oven. She bends over way more than necessary as she retrieves the brownies.
