Page 109 of Injustice and Absolution

I love you.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

DELILAH

My eyes sluggishly flutter open, heavier than I ever remember them being, when I finally come to. It’s dark in the room, and I briefly wonder where I am when I catch the faint scent of Drew’s cologne in the air.

I try to stretch for my phone to check the time, but Drew’s arms are wound tight around me. My movement causes him to stir.

“Uh-uh,” Drew growls, “Not letting you go.”

Powerless, my body goes lax, and I snuggle back into his chest.

“What happened?” I inquire, curious why I don’t remember anything after going into his office at the club.

With a laugh, Drew answers me. “I fucked you senseless, and you passed out on the couch in my office. Brought you home shortly after.”

His bedroom voice beckons my desire, and it slowly begins to churn within the pits of my stomach.

“God, I needed it...” he admits, running his hands over my hips and down between my legs.

“Same,” I whisper as I rock my hips and rub my ass against his rigid cock. “I need more, Drew.”

Without another word, he answers my plea by rolling me onto my back and pushing through me. It hurts, but he takes his time until I get comfortable.

“I love you,” I whisper, trepidation in my tone.

I’ve never said it to him first, always waiting to hear it from him.

I’ve been too scared to initiate it out of fear that my sentiment won’t be returned.

That my fear of being unlovable will be proven true.

I can’t see his face, but he halts, still deep inside me before speaking.

“I love my pretty girl, my good girl, so damn much.”

His lips claim mine. With a desperate whimper, his tongue pushes through them as though he’ll die without a taste. I open for him as his hips begin to move once more.

And he pleasures me until I shatter all over again.

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This time when my eyes open, the room is filled with sunlight, and the thick scent of sex hangs in the air.

Grabbing my phone, I check the time and panic when I realize it’s three in the afternoon. Fuck, I was supposed to be at work two hours ago.

Why didn’t my alarm go off?

With one foot on the floor, ready to hop in the shower, Drew enters with a tray of food. The rich scent of coffee dances into my nostrils. Between that and Drew’s jovial smile, I relax a little.

“Good morning. Don’t get up. I brought you some breakfast.”

“I was supposed to be at work at one,” I protest, worried even though he appears unfazed.

“After you passed out last night, I moved a few things around on the schedule. Don’t worry, you don’t need to be there until six now.”

Filled with relief, I fall back onto the bed as Drew’s chuckle echoes throughout the room. When he begins to lower the tray over my legs, I tuck the sheet under my arms and sit up with my back resting against the pillow.

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