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  His teeth closed lightly over the nipple, and Dylan gave me one more Christmas present as I spun off into space. He hadn’t even taken my pants off yet, but I didn’t care. I knew he would and that he’d make sure we were both perfectly satisfied before he would let me up so we could make breakfast.

  I wasn’t about to complain a bit. I held him tight to me as my body shook, and I knew that I never wanted to let him go. He was much too precious to me.

  Dylan

  Emily gave me the best Christmas of my life, and she made New Year’s explosive when we spent the holiday together at Elmo’s, watching an orgy as I fucked her against a glass window. They always say whatever you’re doing when the clock strikes midnight is what you’ll be doing all year. If I was going to get to fuck Emily all year long because of that, I wasn’t going to complain. At all.

  A few days later, we were back at work, and I got a call from my doctor in Kansas. He had the results of one last test, and they were … alright. He couldn’t promise anything right now, and well, I guessed nobody could. Doctors didn’t like to give too many predictions anyway, not with the public’s total willingness to sue, and insurance companies breathing down their necks about avoiding malpractice lawsuits, so I knew he wasn’t going to go into too much detail. This was one of those wait and see kind of things.

  His call jarred me out of the happy bubble Emily had surrounded me in, and it brought some rather dark thoughts to mind. What if my illness became worse? Would I die? It was always a possibility, but we all had an expiration date; we just didn’t know what that invisible stamp on our forehead said. I tried to talk myself out of the dark mood I found myself in with logic. Sometimes, emotions told logic to fuck off and die, and this was one of those times.

  I was in the penthouse Emily and I claimed, and I looked out over the waves crashing on the beach. There was a winter storm rolling in, and the sea was a muddy gray color with frothy white foam that crashed against the beach like an angry, overfilled washing machine in the old cartoons. That thought made me smirk, but a bolt of lightning, far out to sea, brought me right back down.

  Maybe the gods hated me, and this was my punishment. There was so much uncertainty at a point in my life when I actually felt stable for once. I wanted to make plans. I wanted to say to Emily, let’s do this next year, or in a few months we should do that, but I didn’t know that I could think that far ahead.

  A stupid thought when I’d just invested in a resort that had cost me millions, but the resort was different. My father would take it over if something happened to me. He would know what to do with it. Emily belonged only in my hands, though. I wanted to make her promises. I wanted to talk about our future, but I couldn’t guarantee I had a future to promise her.

  It ate at me, and I bumped my fist against the glass of the wall. Sometimes, I wanted to bundle Emily up, pack the car, and go hide from the world in that mountain cabin my friend had loaned me. We’d been at peace there, and we’d laughed so much. Emily had seemed to like it too. I could grow a beard, and she’d let her hair grow out. We’d become one with nature and learn to live off the land.

  I hated beards, and she wouldn’t make it a day without those gel nails she loved so much. Which, to be fair, I loved too. The way they dug into my back made my balls go tight with exhilaration, every single time she did it.

  Not for the first time, I wondered if I wasn’t being fair to Emily. She had a right to know there might come a day when I’d need special care and maybe even nurses. She needed to know that at some point.

  I spun away from the window, my heart breaking at the thoughts. As a man, the idea of being so weak I’d need her to help me do the most basic things just made me want to run away from it all. I knew I couldn’t run away from my physiology, but I could try, couldn’t I? Logic, that old demon, told me I couldn’t and that it would be pointless to try.

  “Fuck!” I spat out. Fuck this disease, and fuck the day it would bring me to my knees.

  I would tell Emily when the time came. I knew her well enough to know that she wouldn’t abandon me, not when I needed her most, but I felt like a total dick for roping her into it. Because that was what it would be. I hadn’t been upfront about my health, the same way she hadn’t been upfront about who she was in the grand scheme of things.

  My distrust of that name of hers eased every day she was in my life, and I knew she was going to be a valuable part of my team here. For the first time in her life, Emily would have permanence. She would have a permanent address, she would know where she was every single night when she went to sleep, and she would know where she would wake up.

  That was important to her at this point. I was sure a lot of people would envy the life she had before she put her foot down, but living that life would show why it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. There was a lot of loneliness with travel, especially if you traveled without a partner.

  The way her family had sent her across the globe meant she’d had little time to form real relationships. The fact that an exotic dancer was her BFF wasn’t so shocking when all the acts of Emily’s life came together. Both Emily and Roxie were used to seeing people come and go when they’d found each other. It was almost as if they’d found kindred spirits.

  Emily wasn’t as bold as Roxie, and not as big of an exhibitionist, but she had the same determination and the drive to have what she wanted. I was glad the pair had found each other. Not just because I wouldn’t have met Emily if they hadn’t, but because Emily brought out Roxie’s softer side, and Roxie brought out Emily’s adventurous side. They complimented each other.

  I knew Roxie would be there for Emily, if she needed her, and one day in the future she just might. I’d seen myself how strong their bond was, and I was glad Emily had Roxie.

  “Baby, what are you doing up here?” Emily called out, and I turned around. That damn elevator didn’t ding like the one in the other penthouse, and she’d snuck up on me.

  “Hi, baby. Just checking that the paint is dry.” I opened my arms, and she walked right into them without a bit of hesitation.

  I pulled her close and held her to me, absorbing her warmth and affection. I felt that warmth chase away the cold edges of darkness and let my head rest on top of hers.

  “I can’t believe we’ll be in here so soon,” she said, her arms wrapped around my waist. I loved the way she breathed against my neck. Not in a sexual way, but a happy, contented way.

  “Seems impossible, doesn’t it?” I asked and pulled away from her. I tugged at the hand I kept entwined in mine and pulled her through. The penthouse had a large living room, four bedrooms, a kitchen, two baths, and a small room we’d decided to put a gym in. Outside, we had a private hot tub, newly installed, and a privacy fence to keep our antics away from prying eyes.

  “It does, but then, I know how fast some things can happen.” She walked up to the wall, placed a finger against it, and smiled when it came back clean.

  The bathroom walls were painted a dark gray to match the granite of the shower tiles, and she smiled as she turned to inspect the new installation. “They did a grand job.”

  “That will definitely take us both.” The shower had jets strategically placed to spray the entire body on all three walls, and two shower heads overhead would rain down two separate jets at the same time, if we so chose.

  “The fun we’ll have in here,” she said and nudged my elbow with hers. I looked down and saw a teasing grin and eyes that promised a lot of sexy times would be had in this shower.

  “It’s too bad the heating system hasn’t been installed yet.” I backed her up against the wall of the shower, accompanied by the squeak of our shoes on the new tiles. “I would fuck you right here, right now, if it wasn’t so damned cold in here.”

  “We don’t have to get completely naked.” Emily’s voice was low and husky; it drew my eyes to her lips, and I leaned down to kiss the wet, pink flesh.

  She’d started to wear less and less makeup, and I liked the change. Her
clean lips were smooth and tasty under mine. She opened her mouth, and I felt her tongue snake out. I was already hard for her, and I grinned when her hands came around to grope my ass. She pushed me into her and gasped her need.

  “Emily, we can’t do this here right now. We’ll both freeze to death,” I moaned the words against her neck, just before I gently embedded my teeth in that spot that made her sigh and her knees go weak.

  “Fuck, then why did you do that?” She didn’t push me away or move her head to block my access’ she tilted her head to invite me in for more.

  “Because I want to fuck you, but my ass might fall off from the cold.”

  “We could go down to the car, turn the heater on…”

  We were the only ones in today, so she did have a point. We could totally fuck in the car. My balls went much tighter, and I knew my dick had won the argument my brain was trying to raise.

  “Come on, baby. You have a promise to keep now.”

  We made it to the elevator, and I kissed her the whole way down. Just before we reached the bottom floor where my car was parked, I told her the one rule I had. “If we start this, you can’t stop. I don’t care who might walk into that parking garage, you keep riding my dick. Understand, pet?”

  “I do, sir.” She gave me a playful wink, and we rushed out of the elevator and raced to my car.

  We decided on the passenger seat and got in. I pushed down my trousers, and Emily pushed her pants off, luckily only a pair of white jogging pants today, and then we were in the car. At any moment a delivery van could arrive, or a maintenance worker could walk through, and it was exciting.

  The idea of getting caught had us acting like silly kids, unable to fuck in a bed because they shouldn’t be having sex anyway. Her lips came down on mine the instant she straddled me in the luxurious leather seat, and she sank down on me.

  We groaned as I slid into her slick heat, and I guided the frantic pace of our fucking with my hands on her ass. She was as ready for me as I was for her, and for a moment, I wondered if this was panic fucking? It was insane to do this, when I could just drive her home and fuck her in a comfortable bed. It was so fucking dirty, so reckless that I didn’t care.

  I slid a hand between us and found her clit after a moment. “Come for me, Emily. Come so I can follow you, baby.”

  She could almost come on command now, but this time, it took her a moment to gather her thoughts, or maybe she just didn’t want it to end. I’d have loved to have got her tits out and buried my face between them, but right now, it was about getting off. She thrust her hips in time with the clenching of my hands, riding my dick hard and fast.

  Later, I decided. I’d take her into the playroom and make her come until she begged me to make it stop. For now, I needed to empty my balls into that sweet, succulent pussy of hers, and when her walls clenched around me, I did just that.

  “Emily…” I didn’t know I said her name over and over again. I just knew that I’d found sweet relief from the pressure that felt as if my balls would explode, and for a moment, pleasure beyond belief.

  We breathed hard and fast, stuck together from the waist down. I needed to move, my ass was starting to get a cramp, and she made a noise of disapproval. “We need to get dressed, my dear.”

  “I know, but I don’t want to.” She sighed but pushed the door open.

  I handed her the pants she’d thrown in the driver’s seat and pulled my pants back up and buttoned them.

  “Dylan? You don’t have security cameras running yet, do you?” she asked softly and looked around.

  “No, Emily, not down here anyway,” I said with a soft laugh.

  “Thank fuck for that. You’d have to confiscate the evidence if you did.”

  I shut the car door, locked the car, and we went back to the elevator, hand in hand.

  “That would be worth watching a time or two, I bet.” I wouldn’t mind a tape of that, at all.

  “No you don’t, buddy. Don’t go getting ideas about making a sex tape with me. I’m not one of those dimwits who thinks it’s a good idea. Like tattoos of your lover’s name. That’s a sure-fire way to guarantee an end will come. Pure nonsense.” Her southern girl came out with a vengeance, and I turned to her shocked.

  “I do declare!” I fluttered my eyelashes and held my hand to my throat. “I didn’t know you were such a prude, Miss Thompson.”

  “I’m not, you goon! I’m just sensible. Now get me back to my office. I have a heater in there I just remembered.”

  “You mean there’s heat in one of the rooms of this fucking cold place?” I asked, surprised. “You forgot it earlier?”

  I had a sneaky suspicion that forgetfulness wasn’t accidental, and the cheeky grin she gave me proved just that. The little minx.

  Emily

  I tried to sleep that night, even though I was exhausted, I couldn’t. I thought my confusion was the problem, I couldn’t make my mind shut up. Doubts prickled at me and hurt stung my heart. Dylan had taken me to the playroom. That wasn’t a bad thing, but it was emotionally and physically exhausting.

  I remembered every moment of our time in that room. The excitement of how high he could make me go, how long he could draw out the pleasure before he’d let me reach orgasm, and finally, he made each moment in that room unforgettable. Then, fuck, the way he’d make me come until I was screaming for him to make it stop. It was incredible, magnificent, but I knew now it was a sign that Dylan was troubled. That was what hurt; there was something troubling him, and he wouldn’t talk about it with me.

  He had been keeping it from me for a while. The energy he expended in that room tonight wasn’t the first sign he’d given me that something was on his mind, something he wasn’t sharing. He’d kept me in there for a long time, drawing out the pleasure he’d given me, and the need for the culmination of that pleasure meant he’d been trying to work through something.

  It really bothered me that he wouldn’t talk to me. Communication wasn’t a problem, normally. We talked about everything, and often, but there was something that he didn’t want to talk about. Logic told me that it was something he had to work through on his own, that he needed time to get through it and make sense of it, but this had been going on for a while. He’d had time to do just that, and yet, here we were.

  He was asleep beside me, but I couldn’t seem to get there myself. I rolled over, pushed the duvet off my legs, and tried to find a comfortable spot, but my brain popped up with something to disturb me.

  Maybe he doesn’t trust you.

  The only thing that would cause that would be the fact that I hadn’t been forthright about my family. I argued with my traitorous brain and reminded myself that we’d got past that. He knew why I hadn’t told him when we first met, and he understood why I’d kept it to myself after.

  Then what could it be, I wondered. Dylan wasn’t the kind to share his worries with just anyone, but he often shared concerns with me. It wasn’t something he had a problem doing normally. I knew him well enough to not be worried about affairs. The man wanted me too much and spent too much time inside me for someone having an affair. I didn’t think it was that, or the hotel, or even his past or his adoptive parents.

  I went through long lists in my mind, trying to figure out what it was. He was healthy, or appeared to be, and he wasn’t upset. He was just … troubled. I wondered if it was money worries. People could often hide money problems, especially those who had inherited a lot of wealth. Dylan hadn’t exactly inherited his wealth, yet, but he was in charge of that inheritance.

  Maybe he’d squandered it on the new resort? That didn’t make any sense either, I decided. He had a lot of resorts spread throughout the country. They weren’t having problems, and he wasn’t the kind to blow a lot of money on a pipe dream. I knew he’d considered possibilities, planned, added the numbers, and done his research before he bought the new place. That couldn’t be the problem either.

  Something in his past then? Maybe something he’d done…
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  I went still for a moment, and then I got up out of the bed. I needed something hot and comforting to drink. I must be insane to wonder if he’d committed some crime, something that had come back to haunt him.

  As I waited for the electric kettle to boil so I could make hot chocolate, I revisited the thought. He could have done … something. What?

  He wasn’t cruel, not like that. He was a dom, he loved that role, and enjoyed giving pain … but that was in the pursuit of pleasure, ultimately, for the sub and the dom both. I couldn’t imagine he’d ever take it too far. He was too controlled, too observant to ever go further than he should and hurt someone.

  I went to the living room and sat on the couch with my hot chocolate a few minutes later. Nothing I thought of made sense. For a second, I thought about trying to go through his emails or phone messages, but that was an invasion of privacy too far. I’d rather just point blank ask him what was wrong before doing that.

  I didn’t want to force him into revealing things to me, though. Dylan would tell me, eventually. I just had to be patient. I set the cup on the coffee table and pulled a white fleece blanket over myself. It was silly to let this bother me so much.

  My head had started to hurt, and the distraction was enough to make me close my eyes. The slightest bit of light made the pain worse, and the television had a red light at the base that seemed to pierce even my eyelids. There was a blue light on another device, green on yet another. So many lights.

  I turned over on the couch to block the lights from my eyes. I’d go back to bed, but I had a feeling I’d be tossing around for a while longer. I didn’t want to wake Dylan up, so I stayed there on the couch. It was one of the thousands of ways I showed that I loved the man, because I knew I did now.

  Which was why this secret was bothering me so much. I’d realized just how much I loved him at Christmas. I felt silly, stodgy, always logical, always alone Emily was in love with the man t had made her his sub. It sounded stupid when I thought about it like that, but it was true.