I smiled to myself. What was going on with the Wolfes right now was serious. Dangerous, even, but I was happier than I could ever remember being. Crazy.

Tomorrow was Saturday, and I needed to go home. And…I needed to tell Roy I was having dinner with Blaine. That wouldn’t go over well. He was going to see Dr. Woolcott, though. Did I really need to tell him? He’d be at his session for two hours, most likely. My dinner would end around the same time. We could meet back here, or at my place.

God. Was I really considering lying to Roy? That was no way to begin a relationship.

I sighed and glided my fingers over Roy’s rock-hard chest and abs. His nipples tightened under my touch. I smiled again.

“Wake up, silver.”

My eyes popped open. Roy was above me, his cock poised at my pussy.

“I checked. You’re ready. What were you dreaming about, baby?”

I smiled. He rarely called me baby. I liked it. Silver was sweet and was only for me. It was my favorite, but something about a man calling me baby… It made me feel cherished.

Blaine had never called me baby.

And enough of that. I erased Blaine Foster from my mind and concentrated on the gorgeously handsome man about to start fucking me.

“I don’t remember,” I said, “but I must have been dreaming of you.”

“You sure are wet.” He met my gaze, his eyes smoking with desire. “I need you. I need you now.”

“Then take me. I’m yours, Roy.”

He thrust into me harshly. Yes, I might’ve woken up wet, but still the invasion burned as he tunneled into me. A good burn. The perfect burn. A burn that was meant to be.

“You feel so good,” he said, his voice husky. “I swear to God, nothing has ever felt this good.”

I moaned in response, unable to form words. Right now, my whole world was his cock inside me—thrusting, thrusting, thrusting—taking me home. Making me alive.

I wasn’t after an orgasm, so when one crept up on me I gasped in surprise. Simple penetration didn’t usually do it for me, but he was plunging into me so hard that his pelvic bone was hitting my clit with just enough force to send me over the edge.

“I’m coming. God, Roy. I’m coming…”

“Come, baby. Please. Come for me, silver. Always come for me.”

More words tumbled out of my mouth, but I didn’t grasp the meaning of any of them. Only the feeling, only the pure emotion coiling within me and spreading outward, only the pure rapture and lust. I came and I came and I came, and just as I hit the peak and started floating downward, Roy thrust into me so hard, hitting my clit and sending me toppling back into the clouds once again.