Chapter 16
“You aren’t trying.” He laughed, low and deep, so sensually it curled my toes in my dress shoes. He moved to unzip my trousers, and though I knew I should probably stop him, I didn’t. He spoke directly into my ear. “Stand up.”
I obeyed instantly and he yanked down the pants and underwear to my knees. He turned me, then placed himself between my legs and flicked his tongue against my hole and…
I came back to myself, to Julian, panting and leaning against the back door, in the kitchen once more. And I found myself alone, no longer dressed in the tux, the silence in the house deafening.
“Dex? Dexter?”
I was painfully hard and my heart was pounding. And I felt sad, so unbearably sad. For Dexter, for Owen. They should have gotten that life. It was so fucked up that it had been taken from them 7
The next morning, I knew what I had to do.