Page 71 of Heart Over Heels

The sound that ripped out of me wasn’t an answer so much as surrender. My body jerked as my orgasm ripped through me. I spilled in his hand, up his arm, and all over the front of his dress.

I came back to myself in the wreckage of it, out of breath with my vision swimming. Then I saw the mess I’d made and Darby’s delighted grin.

He glanced down, giggled, then shifted, giving me the full view of it. My cum streaked across him like a filthy badge of honor.

“Darby… Fuck, I’m sorry,” I stammered as heat ringed my neck.

He swiped a finger through the splatter and dabbed it to the tip of his tongue. “Mm. Tastes like marshmallow.”

“Really?” I croaked, still dazed.

“No.” He laughed outright then, and his eyes glinted merrily. “Not at all.”

He slid off me with a cat’s grace while I tucked my cock away.

“I’m so sorry about your dress.”

“It’sfine, Mercy.” His voice softened around the name even as his smile stayed impish. “I’ve had people pay me to wear it. Ever heard of a pearl necklace?”

“Christ.” I dragged a hand down my face. “You don’t need to do that. You can wear something of mine.” The implication hit me a second too late, and I flushed even hotter than before. “Myclothes, I mean. I’ll get you some.”

I hauled myself up and made for my bedroom, where I rifled through my dresser’s drawers. Nothing I had would fit Darby’s petite frame, but the thought of him bundled in my too-big clothes, swallowed by fabric and warmth, pleased me more than I’d admit.

I hesitated, weighing the options until I settled on a pair of sweats and my favorite tee and carried them back.

I wasn’t prepared for what waited.

Darby stood stripped down to lace panties with his hands on his hips and his umber skin luscious in the lamplight. I’d seen him in similar states at the club, but never in my house. Not in my living room andfuck… The sight had my cock stirring again, which only made the sudden punch of guilt sharper.

My breath hitched, and I regripped the bundle in my hands.

“Oh shit. I didn’t…” The words scraped out of me as I forced my gaze to stay at eye level. He’d just gotten me off, and I hadn’t so much as put a hand on him.

“What about you?” I asked. “Can I… can I do something for you?”

Maybe it was an excuse to touch him again. Or maybe it was the realization that pleasing other men was literally his job, and I didn’t want to be like them. Who focused onhispleasure? Someone this incredible deserved to be appreciated for more than what he could offer.

I could do that. I wanted to.

Darby grinned and walked forward to take the clothes from me. He stepped into the pants and tugged on the shirt, drowning in both exactly as I’d pictured. Then he snagged the remote from the coffee table and flopped onto my couch in a puddle of cotton and fleece.

I was still gawking when he patted the empty cushion beside him, beckoning me to sit. “You can pick the movie,” he said.

“Movie?” I echoed.

“No chance I’m going back to the Dollhouse yet; I’m milking this night for all it’s worth.” He grinned and waggled the remote. “And I took the liberty of ordering us a pizza.”

I huffed a laugh before easing down onto the couch. “Guess that settles it, then.”

He shoved the remote into my hand, and I powered on the television. I thumbed through the options without seeing half of them, more aware of the body at my side than the screen.

Darby gave a satisfied little purr, then slanted sideways until his shoulder pressed into mine. By the time I looked down, he’d snuggled against my side with his legs tucked up and his tail looped around them.

Resting the remote on my thigh, I draped my arm around him.

He fit. On the outside and maybe even the inside of me. Having him close, holding someone for the first time in too long, filled a space I didn’t know I’d been saving. And if I had a place for Darby, then maybe he had one for me too.

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