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I should stop smiling, this deranged ear-to-ear grin that has me believing this might somehow make sense one day.
If I told him now, how would he react? Where would it lead? Would he immediately fire me, cut me out of his life? If he did that, I’d no longer be of any use to Aaron, then he’d make good on his threats.
Dominic: So, my gorgeous melody… tomorrow evening.
Izzy: That doesn’t sound like a question.
Dominic: That’s because it isn’t one. I’m taking you out. If you’re going to call me sir, then I’m going to remind you who the boss is.
Izzy:
Dominic: Oh, you like that.
Izzy: A lot.
I squeeze my legs together as I reply.
It’s like I’m back in the office, his body pressed against mine. I can feel his hard muscles through his shirt, his manhood pressing against my core. For a few blessed minutes, I don’t have to worry about Grandma or Aaron.
My fantasy flies away until he’s tearing down my tights, savagely pulling them away. His eyes grow dark, intense, when he sees my naked heat. I’m already dripping for him, aching to feel him inside me, his lust filling me up, claiming me.
I bounce on his dick, owning the moment, taking control before he groans and buries his face in my breasts. His hot lips hungrily sucking one nipple then the other, taking control of the tempo as he fucks me ragged.
My sex aches just thinking about it. I almost texted him that he should just come over, forget about the date. I want to experience as much of this, of him, ofusas I can before it all blows up in my face.
Dominic: You still need to tell me what a texting date is.
Izzy: Isn’t it obvious? Dating, romance, it’s so difficult. But this is easy, effortless. There’s no stress or doubt. So, we’ll sit at opposite sides of the restaurant, making eyes at each other, and text the night away.
Dominic:
Dominic: That’s an idea, Izzy. Except it means I’d have to go the whole night without touching you. That would drive me insane.
I grin.
Izzy: Only MOST of the night. I think the texts will turn… you know… then we won’t be able to keep the distance any longer.
Dominic: We’ll try your idea one of these days. But for our first date, I need to be close to you.
There’s that word again.Need. It’s too much too soon, even without considering everything else. I also absolutely love it.
Izzy: Okay, you’ve worn me down. Which means: I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do.
Dominic: Tomorrow, then. I can’t wait.
The next morning, I drive to work with a silly smile on my face and a tight feeling in my bones, like everything is pulling taut while it prepares to violently fall apart.
In the rearview mirror, I spot a red Jeep taking the same turns as me, five times in a row. But when I reach work, it goes in the other direction and disappears into traffic.
I park and take a deep breath.
I’m getting paranoid.
CHAPTER 12
DOMINIC
The next day, at lunchtime, I’m in my office on FaceTime with Liam and Jennifer. Liam’s got an ear-to-ear grin on his face as he shows me his new Incredible Hulk toy fists, smashing them together. Behind him, Jennifer smiles with adoration in her eyes. Despite the complications, the secret of Liam’s birth, the problems it’s caused in her marriage, she still loves this kid more than anything.
