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She melts against my body at the suggestion. I knew it was the perfect idea. Lil isn’t impressed with fancy clothes and expensive restaurants. Sure, I’d still love to treat her to those now and then, but what really impresses this woman is the simplicity and quality of your time with her. She just wants to know that you’re listening, that you care enough to do something you know she’ll truly enjoy. And Liliana Campos loves good food, good drinks, great music, and anything competitive. She bats her eyelashes up at me. “It sounds absolutely perfect.”
“Then let’s get this show on the road, Baby Doll.”
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CHAPTER 29
PUTT-PUTT TO TIED UP
LILIANA
“Hole in one! Fuck yes!” I yell, throwing my putter up above my head.
?1 Dom ducks down like I’m going to whack him with said putter, and I playfully shove at his shoulder when he stands back to his full height. “I wouldn’t hit you with this! I’m not that uncoordinated!"
“I never know with you.” He smirks at me then, smacking my ass as I walk toward the hole to get my ball. If he gets a hole-in-one with this one, too, I’m going to scream.
There’s not a chill game of anything with me. Everything is a competition,especiallymini golf. Like Ricky Bobby says, “If you ain’t first, you’re last.” Judging by the way he’s been laughing under his breath all night, he’s well aware of my competitivestreak. Be that as it may, he doesn’t take it easy on me, and I appreciate that about him. And by some miracle we’re still tied on hole seventeen. That last hole-in-one got me the point I needed to get ahead.
Or lower?
I have no clue how golf scoring works; I know you want the fewest points… or strokes. And I sure as hell know a hole-in-one is precisely what you want.
My luck runs out though, because after the eighteenth hole, we end up tied, and honestly, beggars can’t be choosers. No one wants to deal with me when I’ve lost a game.
Once the two of us return our clubs, he walks me back to the truck and opens the door for me. He’s being the utmost gentleman tonight. Normally, being chivalrous, orgentlemanly,isn’t something that I get my panties in a bunch over. But, when he opens my door, or pulls out my chair, his face lights up. Who am I to take that away from him?
Once he’s behind the wheel, I turn to him. “Where to now, Dom the Don?” Pink crawls up his cheeks at the use of the name. I find it so ironic that’s what causes him to blush because when he’s “Dom the Don,” I listen to him say the filthiest things.
“Back to your place, Honey.”
“Oh? Am I getting lucky tonight?” I joke, knowing damn well I’ll be jumping his bones the second we step foot into my apartment.
I watch as his eyes darken. An evident hunger takes over him. A hunger for me. With his eyes still locked on me, he puts the truck in drive, and my pussy throbs atthe masculinity of it all. “You get whatever you want from me tonight. I’m at your mercy.”
Dom and I haven’t had anyjust ustime since before the three of us started this arrangement, and I won’t lie, I’ve missed one-on-one time with each of them. What’s more, I’ve been saving a little treat for an occasion just like this one.
The sexual tension in the elevator ride up to my apartment is palpable, and Dom is making no effort to hide the way he’s staring at me. Like he wants to eat me alive. But tonight, he’s the prey. And he’s about to find out.
I love a man who can submit to me just as well as he can dominate me. I don’t care what anyone says, that’s the most masculine thing a man can do. And what’s even better is the fact that he and Emerson are so confident in their sexuality. They’re confident in the idea of their partner wanting another and respectful enough to allow all of us to be open about it. Their willingness to share me, well, it makes me want to climb them like a fucking tree.
Unable to take the distance any longer, I press my chest into his, pushing until he’s against the mirrored wall of the elevator. His eyes leave my face for the first time since the elevator doors closed. I can feel the heat of his stare as it trails down to the swell of my breasts. Asoft groan slips from between his lips, and it’s enough for me to wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his lips to mine. He’s quick to wrap his big hands around my waist, spin us around so I’m the one against the wall, and pick me up. My legs snake around him as he holds under my ass.
Our kiss is pure heat.
Passion.
Desire.
We can’t get enough of one another. When the elevator dings, signaling we’re on the fourth floor, Dom doesn’t even break the kiss. He starts toward my apartment, pressing the code to my door while holding me with one hand.
A competent man shouldn’t be this much of a turn-on.
But he is. My god, is he ever.
Kicking the door closed behind us, he sits me on the kitchen island. But I have different plans.
Just as he’s about to lower his lips to my neck, I place my hand on the center of his chest. “I want you naked, flat on the bed, waiting for me. I’ll be in there in a second.”
