Page 108 of Where We Stay

I pull back just enough to watch her face. “Still impatient?”

“Dean, please—”

I stand, shove my jeans down. My cock springs free, hard and heavy. Blair’s eyes go wide. “Holy fuck.”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll come before I even get inside you.”

She reaches for me, wraps her hand around my shaft, strokes slow and tight. I groan, hips jerking into her grip.

She looks up at me, with lust painted in her eyes.

“Condom?”

I grab my pants, fumbling with the condom. Knox had me bring it, and at the time, I fought him on it. Right now, I am eternally fucking grateful.

I slide the condom on, looking at Blair while I do it.

“Don’t break me, Mr. Ashford.”

The way she says it—half challenge, half plea—snaps the last thread of my control. I push her back, line up, and sink into her in one long thrust. She’s tight, wet, perfect. We both moan, loud and raw.

I start slow, deep, grinding my hips so my cock drags against every sensitive spot inside her. Blair’s nails dig into my back, scratching hard enough to draw blood. I don’t care. I want the marks. I want to feel her tomorrow.

“Faster,” she gasps. “I’m so close.”

I pick up the pace, fucking her hard, the bed creaking under us. Her pussy clenches around me, fluttering. I reach between us, rub her clit with my thumb. She comes with a broken cry, back arching, walls pulsing. I follow right after, burying myself deep, groaning her name as I fill the condom.

We collapse together, sweaty, breathing hard. Her hands stay on me, my name still on her lips. And somewhere in the back of my mind, I know this is already more than just fucking. It’s dangerous. It’s addictive. And I’m not walking away.

* * *

We lie there for what feels like hours, Blair’s cheek resting against my chest as silence settles comfortably around us.

I’m not used to this kind of intimacy.

Even before Courtney left, sex between us had become a means to an end. Something to satisfy a need, and that was it.

After her, it became even simpler.

Find someone. Leave when it was over. Never see them again.

With Blair, it felt different.

Not just more intense.

Intimate.

I’m honestly not sure what the fuck to do with that.

Besides accept the fact that I’m well and truly fucked.

I expect her to eventually pull away.

She doesn’t.

Instead, Blair curls closer, her body warm against mine as she nuzzles her face into my chest.

This is the dangerous part.