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“Not really,” I said, chuckling, reaching my floor. “But unlike for you, names are sometimes optional. Although I will say, I’ve been goin’ through a dry spell.”

“Have you?” he asked, hand on my shoulder as we walked down the hallway. “Why do you think that is?”

“Why do I think that is?” I turned to look at him. “Because between you and the job, when do I have time to do anythin’? That double date you had with Malik last night was the first one you’ve had in over three weeks. Neither of us has been doin’ much datin’ lately—or in my case, fuckin’.”

“That’s true,” he affirmed as we reached my door. “We’ve both been only seeing each other, no one else.”

“That’s kinda funny, ain’t it?”

As soon as I opened my door, he shoved me through, slammed it behind him, then put me face-first up against it, pinning me there, his chest to my back.

“There will be no more fucking nameless guys for you,” he rumbled in my ear. “Are you getting that? Are you hearing me?”

“Of course not,” I swore. “It’s us now, me and you. Don’t be stupid.”

“Take off your shoes,” he ordered, roughly turning me around to face him, his hands on the front of my dress shirt, yanking it out of my pants before going to work on the buttons. “And pass me the gun and holster.”

I toed off my shoes, that were actually his, as fast as I could and then complied with the rest of his order, bending over to unbuckle the strap, then straightening up and handing it over. He took it from me, and then put his hand flat on my chest, pressing me back against the door.

“Stay.”

“Why would I move?” I asked, sounding as breathless as I felt.

Quickly, he put the holstered gun on the crappy coffee table that came with the apartment and was back in seconds.

“I really loved you wearing my clothes today,” he told me, his hot gaze locked with mine. “It felt good seeing things of mine next to your skin.”

“You liked that, did you?”

“Very much,” he answered, yanking my shirt off and letting it fall to the floor. “I want the pants off while I go get your lube.”

“You don’t even⁠—”

“I know where everything is,” he declared, leaving me to stare after him.

“I have a bedroom,” I called out as I unbelted, unbuttoned, and unzipped before shoving my briefs and pants to my knees in one go. “Do you maybe want me to go there?”

“No,” he said, sauntering back, and the moment he reached me, I was spun around and again pinned face-first against my front door. “I mean, you fuck outside showers, so what the hell do you need a bed for?”

I smiled against the hardwood surface as I heard him open the lube. “You seem upset.”

“You just give yourself away to anyone who will take you? Is that what you do?”

“I—oh,” I mewled as he roughly screwed two thick, lubed fingers into my ass. It felt amazing, the exact amount of sting I liked before my pleasure. He was relentless with the press and stretch, and my cock hardened fast. He was manhandling me, and that was perfect.

“Answer,” he barked at me.

“I forgot the question,” I moaned as he added a third finger. The twinge in my ass hurt only for a moment before becoming an ache for more.

“I said, you fucked everyone,” he rasped, taking my cock in his lubed hand and stroking me fast and dirty at the same time his fingers in my ass pushed in deeper and harder. “Is that right? Do I have it correct?”

“Yes,” I replied, bucking in his tight grip, pushing forward into his hand and then back onto his fingers. “I was with a lot of men.”

“Which has nothing to do with me except for this.” He released my shaft, grabbed hold of my hip with one hand, and guided the head of his cock to my entrance with the other. “You’re with me now, and I don’t share.”

“Which is all I ever wanted, so can we be done with you bein’ mad?”

“Not mad,” he insisted as he parted my cheeks with the wide head of his cock and thrust inside me. “Just needing to be clear.”