woke up with my hand between my legs and Dominic's name on my lips.
Fuck.
Sunday morning light streamed through my curtains, and I was alone in bed, still thinking about him. Still feeling phantom touches everywhere his hands had been. My body ached in the best way, that deep satisfied soreness that came from being thoroughly fucked.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I grabbed it, already knowing who it was.
Dominic: You up?
Me: Unfortunately.
Dominic: Been lying here thinking about you. About how you looked spread out on that bed at the wedding venue. About how wet you were for me.
Heat flooded between my legs. Again. Jesus, this man.
Me: We can't keep doing this.
Dominic: Doing what? Texting? Or are you talking about the part where I made you come so hard you forgot your own name?
Me: Both. All of it. This whole thing.
Dominic: Too late, baby. I'm already addicted. Already thinking about the next time I get to taste that sweet pussy.
My face was on fire. Thank god I lived alone.
Me: You're insane.
Dominic: Insanely hard thinking about you. Touch yourself. I want to know you're getting off thinking about me while I jerk off thinking about you.
Me: Dominic, I can't just...
Dominic: Please, baby. I need it. Need to know I'm not the only one going crazy here.
Fuck it. I slid my hand back between my legs, finding myself already soaked.
Me: I'm touching myself.
Dominic: Good girl. Tell me what you're thinking about.
Me: Your mouth. The way you ate me out like you were starving for it.
Dominic: Fuck. I was starving for it. Could eat that pussy for hours and never get tired. What else?
Me: Your cock. How thick you are. How you stretch me. How full I feel when you're inside me.
Dominic: Jesus Christ, Scarlett. I'm so fucking hard right now. Are you wet?
Me: Dripping.
Dominic: Wish I could lick it off your fingers. Taste how much you want me.
I was rubbing my clit faster now, my hips lifting off the bed.
Me: I'm close.
Dominic: Me too. Come for me, baby. Come thinking about my cock pounding into you. About me filling you up. Marking you as mine.
I came with a gasp, my whole body shaking, pleasure washing over me in waves.
My phone rang immediately. Dominic's name flashed on the screen.
"Did you just come?" he asked the second I answered, his voice rough.
"Yes," I breathed.
"Fuck, that's hot. I came all over my hand thinking about being inside you." He groaned. "We need to see each other. Today. Now."
"Dominic..."
"Please. I need to touch you for real. Need to taste you. Need to be buried inside you while you say my name." His voice dropped. "Come over. Let me cook you breakfast. Then let me fuck you on every surface of my apartment."
"You cook?"
"I'm full of surprises." I could hear the smile in his voice. "Say yes."
I should have said no. Should have used today to put distance between us, to think clearly, to figure out what the hell we were doing.
"Give me an hour," I said instead.
"I'll be waiting."
I showered quickly, debating what to wear. This felt different somehow. More real. Like we were actually spending time together instead of just fucking.
I settled on jeans and a cute top, nothing too fancy but not completely casual either. Put on a little makeup. Made myself look like someone who hadn't just had phone sex with her best friend's brother-in-law.
The drive to his place felt surreal. Daylight. Sunday morning. Normal people running errands and getting coffee. And here I was, driving across town to fuck a man I was supposed to be avoiding.
His apartment building was nicer than mine. Way nicer. All glass and modern architecture, the kind of place that screamed money. The doorman nodded at me and I wondered how many other women he'd seen come and go from Dominic's apartment.
That thought made my stomach twist with something ugly. Jealousy. Possessiveness.
Dominic opened his door before I could knock, pulling me inside immediately. His mouth was on mine before the door even closed, hot and hungry and claiming.
"Missed you," he muttered against my lips.
"It's been like twelve hours."
"Twelve hours too long." His hands slid under my shirt, finding bare skin. "Did you wear what I like?"
I'd put on a matching bra and panty set. Lacy. Black. His favorite.
"Maybe."
He groaned, his hand sliding up to cup my breast through the lace. "You're trying to kill me."
"Is it working?"
"So fucking well." He kissed me again, deeper this time. "But I promised you breakfast first."
"I'm not really hungry for food right now."
His eyes went dark. "No? What are you hungry for?"
"Take a guess."
"Fuck, Scarlett." He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. "You make me crazy. You know that?"
"Good. I'd hate to be the only crazy one here."
He carried me to his bedroom, both of us laughing and kissing and pulling at clothes. By the time we hit the bed, we were both half-naked and desperate.
"Wait," he said, pulling back. "I want to try something."
"What?"
He went to his closet and came back with a tie. Black silk. Expensive looking.
"I want to blindfold you," he said. "Want you to just feel. Not think. Not worry. Just experience."
My breath caught. "Okay."
"Yeah?" He looked almost surprised. "You trust me that much?"
"Apparently I'm an idiot, because yes. I trust you."
He smiled, soft and genuine. "You're not an idiot. You're perfect."
He tied the silk around my eyes gently, making sure it wasn't too tight. The world went dark.
"Can you see anything?" he asked.
"No."
"Good." His hands were on my ankles now, sliding up slowly. "Now you just feel. That's all you have to do."
His touch felt amplified in the darkness. Every brush of his fingers sent sparks across my skin. He took his time, exploring, teasing, learning my body all over again.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured. "Do you know that? Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
I couldn't answer. His hands had reached my thighs, spreading them wide. Then his mouth was on me and I gasped.
"That's it," he encouraged. "Let me hear you. Let me hear every sound I make you make."
He ate me like a starving man. His tongue circled my clit, licked through my folds, dipped inside me. The blindfold made everything more intense. I couldn't see, couldn't anticipate. Could only feel.
"Dominic," I moaned. "Oh god, Dominic."
"Love hearing my name from your lips." His fingers joined his tongue, two sliding inside me, curling to hit that perfect spot. "Especially when you're about to come."
The combination was too much. I was already so close, wound so tight from the phone sex earlier, from the anticipation, from everything.
"I'm going to come," I warned.
"Not yet." He pulled back and I whined in frustration. "Not until I say you can."
"That's not fair."
"Life's not fair, baby." His breath was hot against my thigh. "But I promise it'll be worth the wait."
He brought me to the edge three more times. Three times I was right there, ready to fall, and three times he pulled back. By the time he finally said "come for me," I was shaking, sobbing, begging.
When the orgasm hit, it was explosive. I screamed his name, my whole body convulsing, pleasure so intense it was almost painful.
He didn't stop. Kept licking, kept fingering me through it until I was pushing at his head, too sensitive, too much.
"Please," I gasped. "I can't. It's too much."
He pulled back, removed the blindfold gently. I blinked at the sudden light.
"You okay?" he asked softly.
"That was..." I couldn't find words. "Intense."
"Good intense?"
"So good." I pulled him up to kiss me, tasting myself on his lips. "Your turn."
I pushed him onto his back and straddled him, grinding against his very hard cock still trapped in his jeans.
"Fuck," he groaned. "You're going to kill me."
"That's the plan." I unbuttoned his jeans slowly, maintaining eye contact. "I want to taste you. Want to make you fall apart the way you just did to me."
"Scarlett..."
"Unless you want me to stop?" I pulled his cock free, wrapping my hand around him.
"Don't you fucking dare stop."
I lowered my head and took him in my mouth. He groaned, his hand going to my hair immediately. I took my time, alternating between long slow sucks and quick flicks of my tongue. Learning what made him groan, what made him thrust up, what made him tighten his grip in my hair.
"Fuck, your mouth," he panted. "So good. So fucking good."
I took him deeper, relaxing my throat, taking him until I gagged slightly. He loved that. His hips jerked up and he cursed.
"Baby, if you keep doing that, I'm going to come down your throat."
I looked up at him and did it again.
"Fuck! Scarlett, I'm serious. I'm close."
I doubled my efforts, wanting to taste him, wanting to make him lose control the way he'd made me lose mine.
"Shit, baby, I'm coming," he warned, and then he was, hot and thick on my tongue. I swallowed it all, licking him clean, watching his face contort with pleasure.
When he finally came down, he pulled me up to kiss me.
"That was incredible," he said.
"I know." I grinned. "I'm pretty talented."
"Cocky."
"You love it."
"I love you," he said, and the playfulness evaporated. "I know I said it last night and I know it's fast and probably insane, but I meant it. I'm in love with you."
My heart clenched. "Dominic..."
"You don't have to say it back. I just need you to know." He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "This isn't just sex for me. Hasn't been for a while."
"When?" I asked quietly. "When did it become more?"
He thought about it. "Remember that night in February? That hotel near the theater district?"
I nodded. We'd met up after I had a gallery event. He'd been working late. We were both exhausted but couldn't stay away from each other.
"We had sex and then you just... fell asleep. Just like that. And I lay there watching you sleep, and I realized I didn't want you to leave. Didn't want it to end. Wanted to wake up next to you every morning." He smiled softly. "That's when I knew I was screwed."
Tears pricked my eyes. "I'm scared."
"Of what?"
"Of this. Of you. Of how much I feel for you." A tear slipped down my cheek. "Of what happens when this blows up in our faces."
"Hey." He wiped away my tear. "What if it doesn't blow up? What if it works?"
"How? We're lying to everyone. Sneaking around. This can't last."
"What if we didn't have to sneak?" He sat up, pulling me with him. "What if we went public?"
"Are you insane? We can't just..."
"Why not? Mara wants to set us up anyway. James mentioned I should ask you out. What if we give them what they want?" His eyes were intense. "We pretend we're just getting together. Fresh start. Nobody has to know we've been doing this for months."
"That's still lying."
"I know. But at least we'd get to be together. Really together. Not hiding. Not sneaking." He cupped my face. "I want to take you to dinner. Hold your hand in public. Kiss you without looking over my shoulder. Don't you want that too?"
I did. God, I wanted it so much it hurt.
"What about when they find out? About before?"
"They won't. We'll be careful. We'll make sure our stories match." He kissed me softly. "Trust me, baby. We can make this work."
"You're asking me to trust you while we lie to everyone we care about."
"I know. I know how fucked up that is." He pressed his forehead to mine. "But I can't walk away from you. I tried. For weeks after James proposed to Mara, I tried. And I can't do it. You're it for me, Scarlett. You're everything."
More tears fell. "I love you too," I whispered. "God help me, I'm in love with you too."
He kissed me hard, swallowing my words, my tears, my fears. When he pulled back, we were both breathing hard.
"Say it again," he demanded.
"I love you."
"Again."
"I love you, Dominic. I love you so fucking much it terrifies me."
"Good." He grinned. "Terror means it's real."
We spent the rest of Sunday in bed. Talking. Planning. Making love again, slower this time, savoring each touch. We mapped out our story for when people asked how we met, how we got together, what made us fall for each other.
"We'll say we talked at the wedding," Dominic said, tracing patterns on my bare shoulder. "That I asked James about you. That I couldn't stop thinking about you."
"That part's true at least," I murmured.
"All the best lies have truth in them." He kissed my forehead. "Friday night, Mara and James will try to set us up. We'll act surprised but interested. By the end of the night, I'll ask you out."
"And then what?"
"Then we date. Like normal people. Go to dinners. Movies. I take you to meet my dad. You introduce me to your mom." He pulled me closer. "We do this right, Scarlett. We make it real."
"It already feels real."
"I know. But now everyone else gets to see it too."
By the time I left that night, we had a plan. A story. A future built on lies but rooted in something genuine.
As I drove home, my body still humming from his touch, I tried not to think about how badly this could all fall apart.
Tried not to imagine Mara's face when she found out.
Tried not to count the lies we'd have to tell to make this work.
Instead, I focused on the feeling of his hands on my skin. His voice saying he loved me. The promise of something that felt like hope.
Even if it was built on a foundation of deception.