Seven Nights of Sin (Penthouse Affair #2)

Chapter 14 Dominic

Dominic

“Stop.” Presley’s voice trembles, and her hand presses firmly against my chest.

Taken aback, I drop my hands immediately.

We freeze together in the dark, panting. I’m burning up; I’ve undressed her already, only her lacy black bra remains, and I ache to finish the job. I could feel that she wanted me when I touched her at the bar. So, why is she calling a time-out?

I’m the one who should be pissed off—not her. One touch, and she has me losing all control.

I flip on the light so I can meet her eyes while she explains herself. “Are you going to have a hard time following instructions on this trip?” I ask, my voice still low and husky with the desire she so abruptly blocked.

Presley is flushed too, but she stares back defiantly. “I don’t want you like this. This version of you . . .”

“I’m no different than I’ve been all along. This is the real me.”

“Bullshit. I know you well enough by now.” Her expression is serious, and I have no idea what I’ve done to anger her.

know about me, Presley?” I ask, cocking my head as I watch

“You’re not this man. This hard, unfeeling, dominating

place one hand against her cheek, caressing

Home. More work. The occasional fuck session to blow off some

watching me with wide eyes, waiting to see which version of me she’ll get next. “You aren’t this man,

My voice is more anguished than I intended, and I inhale deeply, trying

“You. Just you.”

aren’t

finding

“What do you need?”

lips with her tongue, watching me. “Kiss

her dress before we’d even officially made up—before we’d even

my lips softly to hers. “That better?” I murmur, my

curling her fingers in the hair at the back of my

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