Make Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence 5)

“Come with me,” he told her.

“W-what?”

“To Austin.”

“Tiny, I can’t just take off. I have work to do.”

“You can work from Austin just as easily as from here,” he pointed out.

“But now that the danger is over, I should go back to the office.”

Tiny placed his hands on his hips. “I’m not leaving you alone.”

“You’re still feeling protective, I get it. But I’m fine now.” Although, she didn’t like the idea of being apart from him any more than he did.

He scowled. “Don’t know when I can get back.”

Maybe he wouldn’t come back. Maybe these feelings they had for each other were due to being thrown together in such extreme circumstances. Maybe—

“Stop.” Tiny took hold of her shoulders and shook her.

“What?” She tried to shrug his hold off, but he wasn’t budging.

“I can see you have doubts.”

“Don’t you?” she asked. “We can barely bring ourselves to talk about the future, does that mean we don’t have one?”

He frowned.

“Neither one of us wants to quit our job and move

. So, what does that mean? A long-distance relationship? That won’t work long term. Maybe… maybe it’s better to just call this quits.”

“What?”

She couldn’t believe she was saying this. Just speaking the words made her feel ill. But what did she really have to offer him? She’d never be truly normal. Her quirks would soon irritate him. He’d grow more and more annoyed with her. Probably meet someone else. Someone who didn’t have to check the door was locked three times, or have her cups turned a certain way.

Someone who lived in the same damn city.

“You breaking things off?”

“It seems for the best,” she replied stiffly.

“Reagan, we are not breaking up.” He grasped hold of her chin. “I have to go, but I’m coming back.”

Sure. Of course, he was. In the beginning.

“I don’t want to torture us both.”

“Oh, there will be torture. Your ass will ache for days for pulling this.” He kissed her hard.

She pulled him close, needing to touch him, needing to feel him against her.

“Take me,” she whispered.

He tugged at her jeans.

She reached down and took over, drawing her jeans and panties down her legs. He drew down his own jeans then clasped her around the waist, lifting her. She placed her legs around his waist as he thrust deep inside her.