Page 68 of Misconduct Zone

Dylon loves me.

We kiss slow and languid, pledging our love with each brush of our tongues, with each soft caress.

“I never thought I would have you. I have been terrified of losing you, and I run through all the ways it could go wrong. You could change your mind, or your addiction could take over, or we grow apart and you withhold affection.” I’m not usually dramatic, but the last week has been hell. All those possibilities still exist, but they don’t hold power over me.

“I keep thinking you’re going to wake up and realize you can do so much better and kick me to the curb.”

He rains kisses down my neck, and I take my shirt off to give him better access. He nudges me up so he can get his shirt off too. My skin has been starved for his.

“Never. You are the one who has never been with a man. I am afraid you will miss all the normalcy of being with a woman or want to experiment with other men and leave me.”

Dylon picks me up and lays me out on the couch, blanketing me with his body.

“I’ve never been in love before because I didn’t understand it. Lars, you taught me what it means to be loved. How to love. No one has ever put my well-being first. I’ve also done some thinking about labels, and I still don’t like them, but the more I think about it, the more I’m sure I’m demisexual. I don’t think about sex like any person I’ve known. Until we had sex. Then it changed my life. I shied away from sex and romance, probably from a combination of my family and not understanding I need an emotional connection first.”

I hold Dylon’s head, anchoring him in place, and stroke his cheeks, calming him.

“I love you no matter your label. You are not a label. You’re you. I love all of you, the incredible parts and the parts that need glue to keep them together and the things you need a little work on. All of it makes up who you are, and I do not want to change you. I love you as is. Thank you for trusting me with your heart and giving me the privilege of your love. I’m proud of you.” He’s tackled so many issues that would break a lesser man.

“I don’tdeserve you. I—”

“You deserve me, and we can work through all of it. I promise. But today, can you believe I love you and focus on that?” He nods and his body sags on top of me, letting all the tension go.

Dylon’s eyes are a kaleidoscope of blues and greens with shooting stars of gold. He props himself up, cupping my jaw as his thumb runs over my bottom lip. “Baby, I love you.”

It shouldn’t feel as monumental as it does. He already said it in the most descriptive Dylon way. But I’m boneless with the term of endearment. Maybe it heals the part of me that didn’t hear it enough as a child, but I am putty in his hands.

I kiss him to tell him how much I love him too, nudging his hand so he collapses onto me. His solid weight reminds me I’m solid too.

“Can we go back to the life-changing sex part? I like that part,” I say directly into his ear.

His laugh hits me everywhere. “You’ve turned me into a sex maniac. A maniac swan who mates for life. You’re stuck with me, like, stalker-level stuck.”

I’m not sure who moves first, but our clothed dicks slide along each other and he groans.

“Why does the thought of you stalking me turn me on? It is so wrong.” My hand works its way past the elastic of his sweatpants and boxers to clutch his ass.

“We can roleplay stalking when you’re fully recovered. You can run an errand, and I’ll follow you, sneak into the building and surprise you in the bedroom, then have my way with you.” Dylon bites my nipple, and I arch up. “We should stop. You probably need a nap.”

“You tease me with a sexy stalking scenario and then tell me I need a nap. Your sex talk needs work.” He’s inched forward, and when I rock my hips, my raging hard-on pokes his crease.

“I want you so bad, but the doctor gave me strict instructions not to let you wear yourself out when you start feeling better.” He squeezes the base of his cock, and I lick my lips.

“I have been resting for days. My boyfriend said he loves me but will not give me his dick. I am renegotiating how this relationship works.” I sound whiny. It’s probably remnants of the fever stealing all my coherent brain cells.

He grins down at me, and his beautiful dimple appears, unexpectedly bringing tears to my eyes.

“Hey.” Dylon’s thumb traces the skin under my eyelashes. “I’m not going anywhere. This is about me putting your well-being first.” He sits up straighter with a gleam in his eye. “Unless I do all the work. Nurse Dylon could ride you like you’re my good patient.”

“Or…” I pause. “You could fuck me.” I’m dying for his cock inside me. “I will lay here and take your gorgeous cock until you fill me with your cum.”

“Fucking hell. How am I supposed to say no to that?” He stands and I instantly miss his body heat, but then I’m scooped up in his arms. “I’m not fucking you for the first time on the couch. I need our bed so I can worship you the way you’ve worshipped me.” He turns sideways to enter the bedroom, and I growl, hating the helplessness.

Dylon throws his head back with a boisterous laugh, exposing his throat. “God, I love your possessive side. You’re itching to manhandle me but relax, I’ll take good care of you.”

“You’re—”

“Tell me how much you love it when my cum is dripping out of you, not before.” He gently lowers me to the bed. And he’s so happy, I could never deny him.

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