One More Rule (Blindfold Club 2.50)

All the air in the interior of the limo seemed to have disappeared, and in this vacuum, electricity crackled with intensity as both Logan and I approached orgasm. I wasn’t trying to time it with him, but I also wasn’t in control. Dominic was, absolutely.

“Who’s going to come first?” His gravel whisper asked. “I think it should be you.”

Desire burned across my skin, glossing it, and I hungered for my release. Everything ached and focused in on the end goal. The tingling, lightweight sensation that happened just before orgasm fluttered in my belly.

“Mmm . . .” I moaned through Dominic’s hand, and let the pleasure take me. I convulsed in his embrace, slowed my own touch, and pressed my fingers hard to my pulsing clit. My eyes pinched shut and everything felt warm and amazing as I exploded.

As it faded, I inhaled a breath slowly through my nose, and the hand fell away from my mouth.

“Yes, just like that,” Logan said through clenched teeth. “I’m gonna come.” His grip guided her to go faster, and faster, and . . . “Shit, shit!”

His moans built into a crescendo and peaked, and he held her firm as he came, her jaw locked around him. It prolonged the aftershocks of my orgasm, even as Dominic’s fingers retreated. But when he withdrew, it took the last of the energy from my body. Exhaustion stormed in and made itself home.

What about Dominic?

I set a hand on the bulge of his pants, stroking down, but he took my hand in his and stopped me.

“Can I be honest?” he said. “I’m fucking tired. I need a raincheck, devil woman.”

He couldn’t be more perfect if he’d tried. “Thank God. I am, too. You just saved yourself from a lackluster blow job.”

His eyebrow lifted. “Blow job’s still a blow job.” But his arms tightened around my waist, holding me close. “Tomorrow. You better give me your A-game.”

I shrugged and tossed my hair over a shoulder. “I don’t know. I don’t just give that to anybody.”

The embrace was gone, only so he could flick my tattoo and deliver the tiny sting that reminded me how much I loved him. Even though he knew I didn’t need it.

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SEVEN

I stared at my phone, gnashed my teeth, and slowly lifted my gaze to meet Dominic’s. “They’re late.”

“Give them a minute. You know how traffic can be.”

We sat in the back of the crowded restaurant and nursed drinks while we waited for my parents to arrive. I’d made the call yesterday morning while Dominic hovered over me, ensuring that a decent effort was put in on my part. And I couldn’t fault him for wanting this, but I hated it. My parents were going to disappoint us, and although I wasn’t responsible, I still felt that way by association.

The waiter came by and asked if we wanted to order lunch, but Dominic shook his head and the waiter left.

“You think it’d be rude to order without them?” I asked. Dominic’s expression was pointed, but I shrugged. “Well, I think it’s fucking rude that they can’t tell us they’re running behind.”

I was halfway through my second glass of wine when my phone rang. I glanced at the number and groaned. “One guess who it is.” I swiped to answer the call and tried not to seethe. “Hey, where are you?”

“Payton,” my mother said. “Your father’s in a deposition that’s taking a lot longer than he thought it would. Are you already at the restaurant?”

Was I—? Seriously? “Yeah. You said one o’clock.”

She sighed. “I don’t know when he’s going to be finished, and he’s got to be in court by three. This case has been such a mess, I told him he should have given it to one of the other partners.”

“So you’re not coming.”

From across the table, Dominic’s blue eyes studied me, gauging my response. All he wanted was to meet my parents. We’d flown ten thousand miles from Japan, and they couldn’t make it twenty blocks from my father’s law firm.

“We were looking forward to it,” my mom said, “but it’s been such a busy week. I’m sorry. I feel just awful about it.”

“Yeah?” I was done with this bullshit. “You should feel awful.” I pressed the End Call button and dropped my phone on the table. Surely my mother was on the other end wondering what had happened. I’d never talked to her like that before, but I’d also never felt more let down by them.

“I’m sorry,” Dominic said.