Bonus Chapter Sloane #3
“Nic is right. This is not your fault, and I’ll be fine.”
He sounds confident, sure of himself and this life-changing decision, but there’s a sadness behind his eyes that makes my soul ache for him. It stays with me as Dom and Dad bicker over who’s going to cover the bill and refuses to leave my mind on the quiet ride back home.
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When we get back to the house, Dom goes into the office to set something up, and I head to the kitchen to pour myself a drink. I’m standing at the island, staring into a sea of red wine, when he comes back out and wraps his arms around me from behind.
“Are you okay?”
I put my hands over his and rest my head against his shoulder, already feeling better now that he’s touching me. “I think so.”
He drops a kiss on my temple, and my eyes fall closed. “You know it’s not your fault?”
“I do.” I bite my lip as he trails kisses along my jawline and down my neck.
“Are you ready for your present?”
My stomach does a little flip, the tiny bit of guilt and unexplained sadness I’ve been feeling since dinner fading away to make room for the burning need I’ve been placating for two weeks with phone sex and my vibrator.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He spins me around, leading me by my hand toward the hallway that will take us to the office. “I’ve got it all set up in here.”
When we walk into the room, my eyes scan the entirety of the space looking for a box, bag, or something to indicate the surprise, but I don’t see anything out of the ordinary.
Dom’s open laptop sits in the center of the desk, and the screen for the projector he installed a few days after moving in is down.
So far, we’ve only used it to go over the plans for the new house, so I’m wondering if his gift has something to do with that.
It’s semi-dark in here, nothing but the subtle glow from the cued-up projector and the light spilling in from the open blinds of the window that faces our neighbor’s house keeping me from bumping into things.
Dom releases my hand, leaving me standing in the middle of the floor facing the screen as he moves over to the desk to grab the projector remote.
I turn my head and watch him settle on the edge of the desk, his long legs stretched in front of him and the muscles in his arms bulging as he crosses his arms over his chest.
“Did you finally decide to listen to me about where to put the bathtub?”
We’ve been going back and forth about the best layout for our bathroom in the new house.
Dom wants a huge shower, one big enough to fit a freestanding soaker tub and still have ample room for showering and other activities, but I’m determined to keep it outside of the shower.
I’ve told him we need to put it under the window, so I can look at something other than tile while I soak.
“I did.” He rubs his thumb over his lower lip, and dark eyes track the curving of my lips as I gift him with a grateful smile. “But that’s not what this is.”
My eyebrows pinch together. “Then what is it?”
With one long finger, he presses a button on the remote. “Look at the screen, angel.”
Slowly, I turn back toward the screen and watch, entranced, as something that looks like security footage starts to play.
The camera is at a weird angle, high up in the far corner of what looks to be an empty elevator.
Something about it is familiar, but I’m not able to move past my own confusion to place it. I look back at Dom. “What is this?”
He gestures toward the screen again, a wolfish grin taking over his wicked mouth. “Watch.”
The one word hits me right in the pit of my stomach, slamming deliciously against the ball of desire settled there and causing a rush of liquid arousal to soak the lace of my panties.
I whip my head back around, not wanting to miss whatever it is he’s trying to show me even though I don’t know how security footage could ever be a gift.
The second my gaze settles on the screen again, the doors on the elevator open, and a couple steps inside.
My jaw drops as I study them and realize that it’s not just any couple.
A man with bronze skin and an impossibly sharp jaw wearing an expensive-looking black T-shirt, black jeans that make his ass look amazing, and black low-top Converses. A woman with a cloud of black curls piled on top of her head, wearing a cream camisole and a burgundy midi skirt.
Suddenly, everything clicks into place.
“It’s us,” I murmur, wanting to turn and look at Dom, but also unable to look away from this version of me and him, because I know what’s about to happen. “But how did you…”
When he speaks this time, he’s closer. The warmth of his breath skating over my nape and leaving goose bumps in its wake. “It helps to know the guy who owns the building.”
“Did Sebastian see this?” A small flare of panic rises up my throat, mixing with the lust that’s clogging it as I watch the Dom on camera place his hand on my ass, kneading my flesh to feel for panties he told me to leave at home.
The thought of someone else seeing this should have wiped the lust out completely, but it doesn’t. Not at all.
Rough fingertips graze my neck, moving my curls out of the way, so Dom can press a kiss there. “Would it bother you if he did?”
“I—” The rest of my answer disappears as his hands go to my ass, mimicking the movement of the man on the screen before bunching up the fabric of my dress and pushing it up past my waist.
“You know what I think?” His hand coasts around my hip, following the same path that he’s taking in the video until it reaches my soaked sex.
The Dom on screen nudges my feet apart with his own, but right here, right now, I spread them for him, allowing him all the room he needs to circle my clit and treat me to the same shallow thrusts of his fingers he gave me in the elevator all those months ago.
His touch isn’t new, not like it was that day when we’d only been together for less than twenty-four hours, but it’s still perfect.
Predestined in a way that I’ve stopped trying to understand, because it doesn’t matter how we got here, only that we are here.
I let my body meld into his, soft curves against hard lines that always find a way to fit together, and bite my lip.
A small nod of my head is the only answer to his question, because my ability to form words has left me altogether.
“I think you like the idea of being watched, angel.” My thighs quiver as his hand works between them, shallow thrusts turning into deep strokes that make the movie playing out in front of me blur around the edges.
“You want people to see you, to see us, and know that you belong to me. You want them to wonder what my fingers feel like in your pussy. You want them to be jealous that you’re the only woman who gets to come on my fingers and bounce on my dick. Am I right?”
“I don’t—” The sentence breaks, split apart by a moan that’s pulled from my body by the pleasure zipping down my spine.
“I’m right, angel,” he whispers darkly, pulling my dress up more with his free hand.
He doesn’t stop until the entire thing is bunched up above my breasts.
When he’s satisfied with where it is, he uses his fingers to shove down the cups of my bra and pinches one of my nipples.
“That’s why you’ve let me bare your perfect breasts and finger your sweet little pussy in front of an open window. ”
He’s picking up the tempo now, and the office is filled with the sound of Dom’s fingers gliding in and out of my wetness.
It almost stops me from processing his words entirely, but once I do, I can’t help what they do to me.
I eye the open blinds, and my mind conjures images of someone in the house next to us, standing just inside the window and watching the scene Dom has set up just for me play out.
And just like he said, I imagine them watching us and wanting what we have.
The passion. The fire. The untarnished desire that will linger in this world long after we’re both gone from it.
Waves of heated pleasure course through me at the thought, and my walls start to clench around his fingers.
My back arches and I push my ass into his erection, making him growl against my neck.
I grind against his dick, shameless in my silent plea for more, and let my eyes fall shut.
“Yes.” My knees buckle, and I teeter on my heels as the first tremor of my orgasm rocks me.
I reach back and hook my arm around his neck for support.
He kisses my bicep through the fabric of my sleeve and pulls his fingers out of me.
They’re coated in my arousal, and he drags it up to my clit, pressing down on the swollen bundle of nerves before circling it repeatedly. “Dom.”
I’m whining, circling my hips on his hand in hopes of expediting my orgasm. To my surprise, and absolute horror, he slows down just as it’s about to wash over me, and the hand on my breast comes up to cup my chin.
“Keep watching, angel.” My eyes are heavy, but I manage to pry them open.
“This is my favorite part.” On the screen, Dom is kissing my temple.
His face is a mixture of lust and wonder and an emotion I now know is love as he whispers something to me.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look when you’re about to come for me? ”
The familiar words are more than enough to send me over the edge, but I’m still thankful for the increased tempo as he works to get me back to the point of no return.
It doesn’t take long, not when I’m watching what he’s doing to me on the screen.
My entire body is tightly wound, both on video and in reality, arched around him, grinding against him as he sinks two fingers into me and curls them inward, massaging my G-spot with the kind of expert precision that makes me scream long and hard as I come apart around him.
When I come back down to earth, Dom is holding me in his arms and moving us back to sit in one of the armchairs in front of the desk.
He settles in the seat and pulls me into him, tucking my body into his warmth.
I curl around him, wrapping my arms around his neck and sighing contentedly.
He kisses my forehead and pulls my dress down as far as he can without moving me.
“Did you enjoy your gift, angel?”
“It was perfect.” And it was. Revisiting that old version of us, when everything was so fresh yet familiar, was a nice reminder of where we started.
With deadlines and preconceived notions about what we could be to each other.
With hidden truths and suppressed feelings and a mission to satisfy my skin hunger when it was really my heart that was starved.
Even then, Dom knew what I needed, and he gave it to me without question.
Reverent lips brush my temple. “Seb has never seen this footage.”
“Okay.” I tighten my hold on his neck, nuzzling deeper until my nose is resting against his racing pulse.
“Are you disappointed?”
“No.” I shake my head for emphasis and feel Dom’s responding smile. “I don’t want anyone to actually know what I look like when I come for you.”
“You just like to flirt with the possibility.” It’s a statement instead of a question.
“Why do you say it like you already knew the answer?”
“Because I did.”
I roll my eyes. “Is that why we just put on a show for our neighbors?”
No one ever appeared in the window in the house next door, but that doesn’t mean we weren’t seen. Either Miles or Lydia—the young, childless couple who moved in beside me last year—could have walked into the office in their house, which they use as a gym, and seen what we were doing in here.
“They’re not home,” Dom says with an annoying amount of smugness coating his reply. “I saw them at the airport when I flew in this evening. They were on their way to visit Miles’s mom.”
I want to be surprised, or maybe even a little mad, about the lengths he went to in order to make me think we were actually risking being seen, but instead I’m just grateful to have someone who loves me enough to give me something I didn’t know I wanted.
“You’re something else, you know that?”
His chest rumbles as he lets out a small chuckle. “So I’ve been told.”
I lift my head from his neck and offer him my mouth. He brings one of his hands up, cupping my chin and lowering his lips to mine for a soft, but incendiary, kiss that lights a fire in my core. Dom pulls back, dark eyes capturing every one of my desire-laced features.
“I love you,” he says, dropping his hand from my chin to run it down one of my boot-clad legs. “And I love these fucking boots.”
“I love you too.” Our mouths are so close, my lips brush against his with every word. “But don’t you think these boots would look a lot better in the air, maybe up around your ears?” Both of his brows lift, and I feel his dick twitch underneath me.
“You are trouble, woman.”
He tries to sound bothered by it, but any success he has with doing so is quickly contradicted by the flexing of his muscles as he rises from the chair and lowers us to the floor.
My back collides with the plush carpet underneath me, and Dom hovers above.
His hands work at his zipper as I rush to hike my dress back up and spread my legs.
“You knew that when you met me.”
“You’re right,” he murmurs, eyes sparkling with humor and love as he comes down on top of me, the flared tip of his dick slipping through my wet folds and stealing my breath. “And it only made me love you more.”