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Just…wrecked. Angry, even.

Those truths are pressing in.

“Are you going to fuck me, Dillon…or should I leave?” My voice quivers over the question.

I’m not here to ask him if he’s okay. To demand to know why he looks so upset. I’m here to give him a pocket of pleasure and sneak away back into the night.

Dillon pushes his hair off his forehead, keeping his hands on his head for a drawn-out moment as he looks at me.

I feel exposed. Raw in ways I’ve been ignoring for weeks now.

No, I’m here to steal a pocket of pleasure and run away back to where it’s safe.

We both know it.

I know I’ve won when he reaches back over his head, pulling his shirt off in one swift, agitated movement.

My stomach drops to my feet as he watches me, unbuckling his belt. I feel sick when he drops them to his feet and kicks them away.

So I run to him, and he catches me. I kiss his mouth until the storm inside my mind quiets and all I can feel is him again.

It’s not a quick fuck.

Dillon lays me out on his dark navy sheets and kisses every inch of skin he reveals as he strips me out of my clothes. He sucks on my nipples, caresses my sides, and skims his tongue down my abdomen. Then he flips me over and gives my back the same treatment.

By the time he sinks inside me, I’m a messy puddle of need underneath him. He pulls soft groans from my chest and steals each moan with a kiss.

He pulls out before either of us can come and starts his kisses all over again. This time with his fingers inside me and my throat raw from begging.

Dillon takes mercy on me after denying orgasm after orgasm with his fingers rubbing against my prostate and sinks his cock back inside. He wraps a hand around my throat, tight enough to be secure but loose enough that I can breathe.

I know I’ve fucked up as soon as we lock eyes, because there is no looking away. There is no pretending. No denying. No shutting it out.

I sob out my release when he finally guides me to the ledge and pushes me over. I’m falling and falling, and I’m not sure I can stop.

I wake up to warmth.

So much warmth. A soothing, slow beat under my ear and a tickle of hair on my nose.

My eyes fly open, and I sit up so fast I nearly fall off the bed.

Dillon makes a noise in his sleep, head turned toward where I was just snuggled up to him.

I toss on one of his shirts from the floor, and don’t look back as I climb out the window.

To: EBStyles

From: DMont95

Subject: Emerson…

You broke the rules.

Dillon

Penny has entered the stage of toddlerhood where she thinks it’s hilarious to be a pain in the ass. She thrashes, giggling as I try to get her buckled in her car seat before the call rings out in my pocket.

I can’t help but chuckle, giving her nose a little poke with one hand while I pull my phone out.