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“Harder,” I breathe out, not wanting him to hold back.
He moves faster, and a moan slips from my lips as the friction of our bodies moving with one another pushes me closer to my release.
“Did you hear that?” Someone asks outside the door.
I half expect Dylan to stop, but he doesn't. His mouth finds mine to smother any other noises that slip from me as his hips piston against me. My inner muscles begin to pulse with pleasure, and I’m not sure I can hold back much longer. Dylan’s body tenses as his grip on me turns bruising.
I've spent my life having to take care of myself, and frankly, I'm not that good at it. But with Dylan, I don't feel alone. He doesn’t need to say the words to assure me that he will be there for me. I feel it in the way he holds me, kisses me, fucks me.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers against my lips.
I let myself go, falling over the edge and, for the first time in my life, feeling like there is someone that won't let me get hurt.
6
DYLAN
Making our escape out of Madame Tulane’s utility closet wasn’t as easy as we hoped it would be. Thankfully we were both dressed again when the door swung open, and we came face to face with a wide-eyed maintenance worker in a gray jumpsuit.
“Finally,” Jessie says, her voice suddenly sounding frustrated. “We’ve been stuck in here for an hour.”
The maintenance man sputters incoherently as his gaze shifts from her to me and back again.
“No harm done,” I say, taking Jessie’s hand and leading her past the man. “We will just be on our way.”
“Did you two just—” we hear him start to say before we start running through the gallery towards the door.
We don't stop until we are outside and get lost in the crowd of people standing nearby.
“That was close,” Jessie laughs, holding onto my arm as she catches her breath.
"One minute sooner, and he would have enjoyed our grand finale.” I tilt my head in mock contemplation at her. “I wouldn’t have guessed you were such a screamer.”
Jessie's mouth drops open in shock, and she looks around to see if anyone is listening, but I know that no one has heard me. Even if they did, they wouldn't be sure that's what I meant anyway.
“Shut up,” she laughs and shoves against my chest.
I loop my arm around her waist and pull her against me. I can already feel my dick begin to stir, wanting more of Jessie. I'm not sure I'll ever have enough, but thankfully I’ve got a lifetime ahead of me to get my fill. The connection we’ve made in just one night is more than I have with most people I’ve known for years. There’s no rhyme or reason to explain why I've fallen so hard and so fast. All I know is that now that I've met Jessie, I can't let her go.
“Let’s go sit over by that fountain,” Jessie says, pointing to the shallow but expansive pool in front of some shops along the walkway.
We walk over, and just as we are about to sit down on the ledge, my phone goes off in my pocket. I pull it out and see that it's Thatcher calling again, but I send it to voicemail. The phone isn’t even back in my pocket before it goes off again. His behavior tonight is quickly going from eager to annoying to aggressive.
Jessie is sitting on the edge of the fountain and patting the empty spot next to her. “You going to join me?”
I know I shouldn't answer the phone, but something inside me says that I should.
“Give me one minute to deal with this,” I tell her, holding up my phone. “After that, I’m all yours.”
Jessie can’t hide her annoyance, but she nods, slipping her feet out of her heels and spinning around on the ledge to dip them in the cool water of the fountain. I walk away so I can hear better over the sound of the water and people talking.
“What do you want?" I ask, answering the phone. “What is so important that you can’t wait?”
"Dylan, I need your help," Thatcher says, but for some reason, his voice sounds off, like he’s got a mouthful of cotton balls.
“What happened?”
“I got in over my head,” he says.
