Page 65 of Yearn

Their laughter followed them through the doorway, softening into the distance as the three of them disappeared.

Silence folded back into the kitchen.

The roses sat bright on the counter.

The smell of butter clung to the air.

I pressed my palm flat against the table, steadying myself.

What should I do?

I had promised myself to be responsible, to resist, to think of all the reasons this was wrong. But my body buzzed with memory, with hunger, with the knowledge that tonight he planned to take me apart piece by piece—and the worst part was, I wanted him to.

Chapter twelve

Saints and Sinners

Teyonah

Minutes later, I hit the highway.

The rush hour traffic made a red necklace out of brake lights.

My mind was so frazzled I kept the radio off.

In the rearview, the woman looking back at me had hair that behaved and eyes that didn’t.

My thoughts kept betraying me—peeling Dominic’s clothes away until I could see every hard, sexy inch of him. I pictured his mouth eating my pussy.

Licking my clit.

His voice breaking into filthy promises while I begged him to fuck me deeper, rougher, until the headboard cracked.

Damn. . .

I swore I could feel the press of his thick, hard cock stretching me.

And then the cold counterthought would slap me in the face—Scott walking in on us fucking, Scott dragging me off the bed, Scott using all the evidence in court to take my babies away.

The hunger and the horror tangled so tight I didn’t know which one made my hands shake more on the wheel.

The memory of last night pressed against me like a body.

His mouth.

His cock.

The way my hand had moved without permission and how I’d watched myself do it like a stranger in a movie.

The wordMommystill hummed in my ears like static.

Shame and want took turns pulling the steering wheel.

My nipples ached while terror iced my spine.

Okay. Okay. Stop. Get control of yourself.

To get my head back in the game, I called Ro.