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I wait with bated breath for her answer.

“No. Don’t stop, Drew,”she finally whispers.

“Good answer, pretty girl.”

Drew’s praise is followed by a moan that I would recognize anywhere. This time, it’s loud and raw instead of controlled and muffled.

It’s the same unrestrained moan of ecstasy she sang the moment I was finally able to thrust my cock deep inside of her for the first time.

It’s exactly what I need to finally end the feed. Ripping my headphones off, I toss them across the office then stomp to the door. Throwing it open, I come face-to-face with Draven.

“Not now,” I growl at him as I head to the garage, mount my bike, and speed off into the dark night.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

DELILAH

It’s slower than usual at the store today.

Thankfully, Sienna isn’t here as Drew came by to keep me company for a little while. I’m more than happy to have him here to help the time go by.

In fact, I’ve been more than happy about all the time we’ve spent together in the past month. It’s allowed us to get to know one another a little more intimately.

I’ve learned that he’s originally from the West Coast. He and his mother moved to Pittsburgh when he was in middle school after she found out his dad had anentireother family. He ended up moving to Harrisburg when he got out of high school. His favorite food is tacos, and he’s ten years older than I am.

Apparently, I have a type.

He’s also genuinely sweet, fiercely romantic, and hell-bent on teaching me how to empower myself and improve my confidence.

And don’t get me started on the man he turns into in bed.

I knew he was direct since the first time I met him. I think it’s part of the reason I was drawn to him here in the store, but also the reason I tried to keep my distance from him at the party he invited me to.

I both crave and fear his bold tenacity.

But that was just the tip of the iceberg. I had no idea I could like the way that translates into who he is in the bedroom. As commanding as he can get, he always makes sure I don’t feel pressured to do anything.

I appreciate that more than he will ever know, and it makes me want to open up and explore more with him.

I’ve been sleeping over at his place more often. And every time I do, I wake up to a fresh pot of coffee and a hot breakfast made by him. When I don’t sleep over at his place, like clockwork, I wake up to a waiting text from him that says, “Good morning, pretty girl.”

He sends them to me when he gets out of work, which is always in the early hours of the morning.

Speaking of work, Drew is a successful business owner. On our walk around town after breakfast that first morning, he told me he owned a nightclub. But after getting to know me more, he admitted that his club is of the variety that features topless and otherwise scantily dressed women.

Initially, my stomach dropped at his admission, but he explained that he was scared that if he told me the kind of club he owns off the bat, I wouldn’t have given him the time of day.

I told him he was right, but that I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t grateful for his initial omission.

“I promise, Delilah. I only have eyes for you.”

I remember his words as my face fell after he initially told me.

Knowing he detests cheating—thanks to his father, not to mention the fact that he can’t keep his hands off me—made me feel better about him being around a bunch of half-naked girls every night.

Other than work, he doesn’t talk about himself or his family much. Not even when I inquire about them. While sharing what happened to him and his mother gave me an idea of what his childhood might have looked like, I’d like to know more about where he comes from. But I don’t pressure him.

Everyone has a past, and I, of all people, know some pasts are better left buried.

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