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Savage.

“Open your eyes,” Theo ordered, holding my jaw.

Meeting his hooded gaze, my eyes went unfocused as my legs began to tremble. His fingers dug in slightly until I forced my focus back on him. I tilted my jaw down, biting his thumb. Liking the way his eyes went wide, I sucked his thumb into my mouth, twirling my tongue around it.

“Cazzo, Dahlia,” he groaned, frantically moving me up and down his cock.

Releasing his thumb, I fought the urge to close my eyes and drop my head back. My neck arched, my mind raced, and my body felt like a million live wires. As we both came, the intensity of it stealing my breath, I felt like we were in our own little world.

One I never wanted to leave.

Chapter Twelve

Emotional Pinball

Dahlia

I miss the other world. This real world sucks.

After almost a full week of nothing but sleep, sun, and sex, returning to work to help Wendy the day before had been like an alarm waking me up in the middle of thebestdream.

Theo hadn’t worked for most of the week. When he had, I’d hung out in his home office with him. He’d had to go out with Luc once, leaving me with Gus to watch a movie, and returning with Indian takeout a short while later. Other than that, though, we’d spent the majority of our time in the same house, if not together.

I’d known it was a temporary, but much needed, vacation from the real world. I’d figured I’d get crazy bored and be anxious to jump back into doing something more than lazing about.

In some ways, I was. It was just that the something more wasn’t scrubbing tables and pouring coffee. Not for the rest of my life, at least.

Tapping my fingers on the counter, I checked the clock for the millionth time that hour. I’d only worked a few hours the day before to prepare for the reopening. Wendy had gone on and on about how the updates and changes would equal more business. Her psychic had told her shortened hours would also make the café in higher demand, so I was supposed to close at three in the afternoon.

I’d tried telling her that the afternoon rush didn’t hit until after that, but my argument fell on deaf ears. Apparently, working there for years still made me less qualified than a psychic.

When the clock hit three, I locked up the front door. I shut everything down and did the minimal work, most of it already done out of boredom.

Grabbing my stuff, I made the short walk home, my mind on what I was going to do. Of the two jobs I’d had, the grocery store, in theory, had been the better one. That wasn’t an option anymore. If Wendy was going to trust a psychic over me, I doubted I could stay at Java Brew either. Mostly because I figured it would be out of business within a few months.

My phone dinged in my bag. Taking it out and swiping across the screen, I saw a message from Theo.

Theo:Are you home?

Me:Almost. Why?

Theo:Rosa is on her way there. Sorry for the lack of notice, it slipped my mind.

Me:What? Why?

When there was no immediate answer, I carefully put it back into my bag as I approached my building. I still had no clue how to use the phone, but I did know there was a ninety-nine percent chance I’d break it before I figured it out. Since Theo hadaccidentallykicked my phone into the pool, switching back wasn’t an option. I wasn’t sure if I believed him that it was an accident, but he’d kept the fried phone to show me, and Ihadleft it right next to the pool.

I got into my apartment and hurried to change out of my coffee clothes. Normally, I loved the smell, but since it was mixed with the scent of cleaner and fresh paint, most of the appeal was gone. I’d just pulled on my shirt when the buzzer sounded.

Pushing the button, I didn’t have the chance to say anything before Rosa spoke.

“Hey, it’s Rosa.”

A minute later, Rosa walked in with her arms full, Ben following behind her with his full, too.

“What’s going on?” I asked, clearing off room for them to set the clothes and bags down. Since there weren’t many surfaces, most of it ended up on my bed. Anything with a hanger was latched onto the top of my fridge.

“Hi Miss Kincaid,” Ben said, setting down the final bag.