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“No, you won’t. I want you in your normal routine. Unless you don’t trust me to be alone with your sock drawer?”
Ah. “Point taken. Tell you what, I’ll even stay an extra hour, so that gives you three hours to rifle through all my drawers. There will be a test when I get home to make sure you did a thorough job.” I say it as I intend it. A challenge to her to prove that I’m keeping her, that this is her home and I don’t want her here as a guest. She gulps and both my mom and Cass stay silent, grinning at each other.
Leanne
How did I get here again? Somehow I’m suddenly having lunch and dinner with Dominic every day, all under the watching eyes of either Alpha Corps or Cass. He hasn’t touched me beyond a hand on my shoulder or a brief, chaste kiss. But I’m under strict orders to pack a bag for the entire weekend. And the heat in his blue eyes when he walks me to my car at night… I think he’s frustrated that he can’t be the one taking me home. But when I call him to say I’m back safe, the rumble of satisfaction in his voice is almost as good as a hug.
When Friday rolls around, I’m nervous. He’s not going to pounce on me, I know that, but it’s our first meal without a chaperone. I’m giggling as I take my now regular seat at his dining room table.
“What’s so funny, baby?” he asks as he places a plate loaded with salmon and other goodies in front of me.
“We don’t have a chaperone. I’m not sure how to behave.”
“Hmm. What would Lélé do?”
I scoff. “She’s very polite, so not much. Lenny might give you a heated stare or two, though.”
His lips twitch. “Which of you is the one that will let me feel how wet your panties are?”
My shocked face says it all.
“Right, I’ll guess we’ll give her a name after dinner.”
That intimidating promise hangs in the air while we eat. My panties are indeed wet from watching his strong hands moving back and forth as he talks. But he can’t know that, can he?
Dom clears the plates before I get a chance to. But rather than do the dishes, he tugs me behind him into the living room and down on his lap. His lips claim mine fiercely and possessively. One hand moves confidently up under my skirt, finding and tracing the lace design on my underwear. I shiver with need and his mouth parts from mine.
“Whose panties are soaking wet, baby?”
“Mine,” I groan, trying to press closer to him, but he’s still waiting. “Leanne’s,” I admit.
His blue eyes sparkle with satisfaction. “And what does she want most right now? A finger in her pussy? Just a kiss? Her nipples sucked?”
I consider all those options. Yes, please. But I know he needs to leave in about ten minutes. Shifting restlessly on his lap, I want so much more. I sigh in defeat. “Your fingers and a kiss, please.”
My eyes drift shut in anticipation, but then open again when his lips aren’t back on mine.
His hand, though, is sweeping under my panties. The finger that had been idly teasing my clit through the lace is sliding against my slick folds.
“Need to watch you cum for the first time, Leanne.”
I flush slightly, being on display like that, but I trust him. I jump when his thick finger enters me, pushing in gradually past the second knuckle.
He’s moving entirely too slow and I try to tell him that by shifting on his lap. It isn’t until I clench my thighs together, trapping his hand that he moves. A second finger joins the first, and he curls them, pressing into my channel as they move in and out.
The rising tension knots my lower abdomen. My knees lock, trapping him even further. He moves anyway, speeding up against the increased resistance. And then a small scream emits from me of all people as the coil of energy suddenly snaps, sending lightning down to my fingertips and toes. Eventually my thighs ease apart, but Dom continues to gently stroke my folds, his eyes soft.
“Beautiful, Leanne. You’re absolutely beautiful.”
Then he kisses me. It’s a soft, dreamy kind of kiss. But just like one of those tropical fruity drinks where you don’t feel the alcohol, I don’t even notice him carrying me up to his bedroom until he’s laying me out on the bed.
“You’ve got three hours, baby. I’ve left tokens hidden around the house, so I’ll know if you do a thorough job or not. When I get back, I want to find you right here in my bed.”
I pout at my assignment. I don’t really care about going through his house right now. “Can’t I just take a nap?”
“No. I want you to understand me, us, on the most tangible level. That means the shitstorm of everyday life and realizing that Cass occasionally hides her uneaten broccoli in the laundry hamper.”
I wrinkle my nose at that one and the implication that I’m supposed to search through his dirty laundry, too. Dom smirks and taps my hip. “Call if you need anything, Leanne.”
