Page 197 of Midnight Curfew

Opening my belt and pants, I take out my cock, jerking it a little faster as he rinses. His hands glide over his body and his hair, all of his muscles flexing, and I want him inside of me now.

Not tonight, though.

I stand, still fisting myself. “Get on the bed.”

The water pours over his body, his hand frozen on his head as he rakes the water through. Sophia’s asleep and the guards downstairs can listen to this all they want. I won’t be able to be quiet.

Without waiting for him, I move into the bedroom, hearing the shower turn off. I open my nightstand drawer, removing a condom and some oil as Dallas walks in, rubbing a towel over his hair.

He looks at me, and I look back, waiting. What will I do if he refuses? I could do a lot, but if I’m coming for him, then that means I’m not coming for someone else, and he’s smart enough to know that.

Tossing the towel onto the floor, he takes a seat on the end of the bed.

“Turn over,” I say.

He jerks his head toward me, the surprise evident in his glare.

Straightening his spine, he turns over and climbs onto the bed, lying on his stomach. Moving to the end, I gaze at his long legs and ass, my mouth begging for him as much as my cock.

I push my pants down and climb up, hovering over him. Without hesitating, I glide my tongue in one long, smooth stroke up his ass, feeling him shuddering underneath me.

“Fuck,” he growls, short, shallow breaths leaving his body.

I hold my smile. He fucking liked that.

Taking his flesh between my teeth, I nibble, lick, and kiss up his body, across his shoulders, and on his neck as I rake my hand through his wet hair.

Thrusting my hips, I grind my cock into him, my head already feeling like it’s a balloon floating off my neck and up into the air.

Fuck. He feels good.

Diving back down, I kiss his waist and his hips, his tight skin growing hot on my tongue.

“I thought we’d have a room somewhere,” I tell him my version of the future to contrast his. “Or an apartment or a boat or maybe I’ll keep that shitty Bay motel just for us.”

I trail my mouth down his ass again, kneading his back with my hands and loving every inch I can absorb of him even if he doesn’t.

“I knew you’d never love me,” I say in a raspy voice. “But I knew you’d get off on it, because sex is all about power. And you love bending over a man with a bank account.”

I drag my tongue up his spine, grinding into him in smooth, soft moves. He bends his knee, opening for me, and I settle between his legs, soaking up the warmth on my cock.

Flexing my fist in his hair, I gaze down at him. His forehead is pressed into my blankets—he won’t let me see his face. What is he thinking?

I don’t think I want to know, though. When Dallas is cornered, it’s fight or flight.

“You never liked me, did you?” I ask, not expecting an answer.

I just want him to know that I know. I want him to know that I’m not stupid.

“For me, it was always you.” I come down, my nose in his hair. “Only you. And I don’t even know why, because you’re such a piece of shit, but I always wanted to be where you were.”

The chain hangs off my neck, dragging on his skin.

“I wanted to be everything to you,” I whisper. “Your mother and your father. Your student, your teacher. Your soul.” Slipping the chain over my head, I hook it over his, tugging it down over his face. “You’re mine, and I don’t care what you think of me or that you hate me.” I speak through my teeth. “You’re mine.”

I wrap my hand around the front of his neck, bend it back to kiss and suck his jaw.

“Get your new boyfriend’s shit off me,” he growls.