Page 83 of Love Off Course

“Come,abejita. Come all over my dick.”

She works her fingers harder and faster, all the while clenching around my cock. I grip her ass cheeks, spreading them and then slapping them just hard enough to sting. She moans in pleasure, further confusing me.

Why won’t she fight me?

Why won’t she rage and tell me to go to hell?

I deserve it. I don’t deserve her loyalty. I don’t deserve her.

“Oh God,” she whimpers, her body tightening and then shuddering hard.

Seeing her lose control has me tipping over the edge. I grip her hips and groan as my release spills out of me into her waiting body. My hips thrust over and over until she’s wrung every drop from me. Without warning, I yank out of her and stuff my dripping dick in my boxers.

I’ve fastened my slacks and righted my clothes before she even moves to stand from the couch. Her panties are at her ankles and her ass is pink from where I smacked it. With her dress bunched up around her hips and looking so messy, she’s never looked so beautiful.

And positively wrecked.

I did this.

I’m a monster.

“Leave,” I choke out.

She stands up and yanks her panties up her thighs before pushing her dress down into place. Her brown eyes snap to mine. “We are. Let me clean up first.”

“No.” My voice is cold. “Leave Florida. Go home, Sheridan Reid.”

Her brows furl together. “No.”

“Too late to put up a fight,” I murmur.

“You don’t really want me to go,” she says, approaching with tears in her eyes. “You need me to stay. Let me stay.”

Her scent invades my nostrils. So sweet.

Her touch is soft and comforting. I can’t help but lean into it.

“Leave,” I whisper, my bottom lip wobbling. “Please leave me alone.”

“I don’t want to.” A tear races down her cheek. “I want to stay.”

I swipe away the tear on her cheek with my thumb and gently kiss her lips. “I’m not the man I was a week ago. I don’t know that I ever will be. It’s better this way.”

“Camilo,” she whimpers. “I want to be here for all your ups and downs. That’s how a real relationship is supposed to go.”

“Please,” I beg. “Please go.”

She straightens her back and her brown eyes flare with fire. “Okay.” Her fingers thread into my hair as she pulls me down to her mouth. “As much as I want to fight you on this, I won’t. You need time to grieve. You need your space. Come find me when you’re ready.”

I kiss her in desperation, overcome with the realization I’m going to lose her forever.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be ready,” I admit in a whisper.

“I understand your pain,” she murmurs back. “I’m so sorry. But you will climb back out of this hole. And when you do, I’ll be waiting for you.”

She pulls back and I already regret my words. My actions. My stupidity.

“Sher…”

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