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They both turn as I approach, but I still can’t make out the man’s face. With a brief nod, he says goodbye to Taylor and disappears into the night.
"Who is he?"
She exhales heavily, her frustration palpable. "I’m tired, William. If you want to start doubting me again, can you at least wait until tomorrow? Just let me go."
I step forward and cup her face in my hands.
We’re both shaking, and I know part of what I feel is anger—but not most of it.
"I will never be able to let you go."
Her eyes widen. "You don’t know what you’re saying."
"Maybe not. But I know this—you are mine, Taylor. You always have been."
I don’t give her time to protest. My mouth claims hers, taking everything I need, because holding her grounds me in a way nothing else ever has.
At first, she pushes me away. I know she’s furious. But soon enough, her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me in for more.
"Let me come up," I say.
"If you do, we’re going to?—"
“Yes. I’m going to fuck you all night long.”
She doesn’t say another word.
She steps away, turns her back to me—but just when I think she’s going to walk inside and leave me there, she glances over her shoulder and holds the door open.
"What floor?" I ask the instant we step inside.
"Second." She heads toward the elevator, but I spot the stairwell and make my decision. In one swift move, I lift her into my arms. As I climb the steps, I devour her mouth, each kiss hotter, more desperate than the last.
"Jackie?" I ask when we reach her door.
"She’s not coming home tonight. She texted me—she’s staying with L, the man you saw me with."
I set her down just long enough for her to unlock the door. The second we step inside, I shrug off my blazer, letting it fall to the floor.
Taylor starts undressing too, her eyes never leaving mine, and within moments, she’s standing before me—completely bare.
I’m still in my pants, my shirt and shoes discarded.
She takes a step forward, then lowers herself onto her knees. "I want to taste you," she whispers.
"That might not be a good idea, Taylor. You don’t know how hungry I am for you."
Her small hands reach for my belt. She fumbles with the buckle—maybe from nerves—but manages to undo it, then unfastens my pants and lowers the zipper. "I don’t know if I remember how to do this."
My control is hanging by a thread, and I realize then—this is a battle I will never win.
My desire for her will always overpower my reason.
"Trust your instincts," I murmur, caressing her cheek as I kick off the last of my clothes. "I have no doubt that once you wrap that pretty mouth around my cock, you’ll remember exactly how I filled you with my cum."
My words are rough—born of sheer need—but she doesn’t seem shocked.
She brings her lips close to the swollen head of my cock and runs her tongue over it, tasting my flesh, making me groan with desire. However, when she tries to take my thick shaft into her mouth, she pulls back, startled. "It won’t fit."