Page 87 of With Us

The way his body surrounded me, blocking out the world and making me feel safe, was like nothing I’d ever imagined.

And that was my life with him.

Protected.

Worshipped.

Happy.

Loved.

I gasped, sharp and loud, the sound echoing in the stairwell.

“You gonna give it to me, Dahlia?” Theo grunted.

My legs locked.

Releasing the step, he shoved a hand under me. “You know I need it.”

My head dropped, my hair wild.

His large hand spanned my pelvis, his middle finger rubbing my clit. “You know I need you.”

My pussy tightened, pulsing. Greedy.

“Addicted to you.”

My mouth opened, my moan silent as my orgasm stole my breath. I heard Theo’s groans in the distance, like they were an echo travelling through my body. Only when I finished was I able to focus on the raw beauty of Theo coming in me.

Starting at my pussy and travelling through my entire body, I shivered as Theo slid out. Exhausted and totally spent, my arms nearly gave out. Before they could, he picked me up and carried me the rest of the way into the bedroom, my shoes falling as we went.

Theo set me on my feet in the bathroom, keeping hold of my hips. “You okay?”

I smiled a lazy smile, my eyes heavy. “Yeah. I think the drinks and early morning have more than caught up to me.”

“Make it quick then,” he said, smacking my ass. He headed for the door, already stripping off his shirt.

My eyes went wide. “Oh no! Did I do that?”

Two dark red marks were noticeable on his tattoo. Almost like thick scratch marks, which were something else I was prone to leave on him.

Theo peered over his shoulder into the mirror and grinned. His eyes were hot when they met mine. “The heels.” Leaving it at that, he left the room so I could rush through my nighttime routine.

When I walked into the bedroom a couple minutes later, Theo was sitting on the edge of the bed in his boxer briefs, staring down at his phone. His shoulders were bunched and tight, his jaw clenched.

“Everything okay?” I asked, surprised when he looked startled.

“Yeah,” he answered, getting up. “Message from Luc.” He plugged his phone in, dropping it onto the table. He brushed his lips across mine as he headed into the bathroom.

I pulled on a tee and loose cotton shorts before collapsing into bed. Rolling to the side, I saw the light on his phone flash. There was a passcode required to get into his phone, but he’d never tried to hide it from me.

Just a peek.

Fighting the urge, I rolled onto my other side. I knew he was lying about something being wrong, but I also knew it wasn’t anything for me to worry about.

Even if I was curious.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I remembered, I was being pulled against a naked Theo, my back to his front. As I drifted back to sleep, I muttered a jumbled good night.

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