Page 106 of Dash

When she pulls back, her eyes are bright. “I’ve had truly the worst day, but I am so glad to see you.”

The fact she delivers that news with a smile means my brain doesn’t catch onto her words for a second.

“What happened?”

Translation: how bad is it, and who am I killing?

“It doesn’t matter. Just take me home.” I tuck her against my side. “Don’t let anyone tell you that working in an office is anything other than a dystopian hellscape.”

I have no idea what that means, but she’s not bleeding or crying so I put down the knives I’m sharpening in my mind.

“I’ve never worked in an office.”

“Of course not,” she says, rolling her eyes. “They don’t let sex gods work in corporate environments, Dash.” Her hand slides under my hoodie, running along my abs. “Which is just as well because these belong to me and anyone who tries to touch them or take them is going to lose a hand.”

As we step out onto the street, I scan for threats. She doesn’t notice, oblivious, and that’s exactly how I want to fucking keep her. Nothing touches her.

“I’ve seen Brenda from production drooling over you, but she’s got the personality of a sponge. She’s not much of a threat.”

I don’t know who the fuck Brenda from production is.

I do know I like her possessive.

My lips twitch. “I’ll make sure I avoid Brenda.”

The drive home is silent, but not that awkward heaviness. It’s that easy quiet, the kind that takes years to build.

I rest my hand on her thigh as I drive and by the time I pull into my space, her head is tipped against the window.

One hand rests against her stomach, like even in sleep she’s protecting our baby.

And I can’t help but feel like the luckiest bastard on the planet.

THIRTY

DAYNA

I quit my second job.It makes me nervous to do it, but I think about what Ivy said and I stop waiting for things to go wrong.

And things couldn’t be more right. The man I love has my back against the wall, my leg over his shoulder, and his tongue swirling around my clit.

I’m pretty sure I’ve ascended to another plane of existence while he’s been down there.

My body feels so different since I got pregnant. Everything is sensitive, especially my boobs. He only has to touch them and I’m either crying or coming.

His grip bruises my hips as I balance on one leg, a scream choking my throat.

I thread my fingers through his hair to keep him in place, in case he gets any stupid ideas about leaving me high and dry.

My thighs shake and I see stars as I come so hard I growl his name like I’m possessed.

Holy fucking hell.

He lowers my leg, and unbuckles his belt. I don’t know why it makes me so hot when he doesn’t undress but just shoves his jeans down enough to take me. I think it's the feral need to takeme right there. I’m completely naked in front of him, as if he can’t stand any part of me hiding from his eyes.

I tip my neck as he leaves soft trails along my pulse and cups my breast. I’m panting. Completely undone by him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he hums against my skin while his fingers slide through the wetness between my legs. “My needy girl.”

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