“W-whatever you want.” His eyes show the desire in them, he’s clearly as turned on as I am.

“It is my pussy, right?” He strokes his cock still refusing to look away from my mouth.

“Yes, only yours,” I answer, licking my lips and rubbing my thighs together.

He growls.

After a few more strokes, he’s pushing back into my mouth. Gripping my hair as he thrusts repeatedly, each thrust a little harder than the last.

Knowing he’s getting closer to blowing, I wrap my right hand around his balls, massaging them even as they’re strung tight. I love being on my knees in front of such a powerful man, him telling me what to do as he loses himself in me; I want to be the one who gives him the pleasure he demands.

“Oh yeah, suck me hard.” Grabbing his ass with both hands, I hold him as close to me as I can and swallow over and over. Tensing up, he pushes in until my face is against his groin, I swallow his come as his release pulses into my throat. Once, twice, three times, before he pulls out of my mouth and jerks off the remainder of his climax with it landing in my open mouth.

“Oh fuck! Skye! Don’t you dare swallow that yet,” he groans as he comes more. Hot droplets hit my tongue and the last pearl lands on my lip, slowly running from the corner of my mouth. Taking his finger, he wipes my bottom lip and holds it to mouth he’s yet to look away from. “Suck,” he orders and I, of course, obey. “Now swallow and say thank you, Jaden.”

As his very essence goes down I say, “Thank you…”

“What!” Bolting upright, it takes me a second to understand it had all been a dream. No, not a dream but a nightmare. Nothing more than my imagination. It had been Rhett in my mouth, in my hands, in my ears the whole time but then Jaden in the end. He still haunts me and I imagine he will for some time to come.

I blocked his phone number and deleted all of his text messages and to be quite honest, I haven’t thought of him since I walked out of his office. That is, until tonight. Apparently dreams aren’t off limits when it comes to guilt.

A loud knock coming from my front door has me picking up my cell phone and checking the time. Who would be knocking on my door at three-thirty in the morning? I jump when the phone starts to vibrate in my hand. The security guard is calling me?

“Hello?”

“Is this Skye Blake?”

“It is.”

Walking to the door, I look out the peephole and almost drop my phone when I see who is on the other side of the door.

“Miss?”

“Yes, I’m here.”

“I said that a Mr. Rhett Baxter was allowed to go through the gate since his name was on file, but due to the hour, I figured it warranted a pho—”

Flipping the deadbolt, I opened the door.

“Yes, yes, thank you. He’s here now.”

“Very well, Miss. Good night.”

I step back as Rhett walks into the house, closing and locking the door behind him.

“Good night.” I say pressing the end button on the phone, while I watch Rhett making himself at home in my living room.

“Was that the guard at that gate?”

I nod.

“Good, good, he was doing his job. I like that.” He stands and rubs his palms down the front of his jeans. Why would he be nervous? “Can you come here, please?” he asks as he starts cracking his knuckles one by one. He’s going to tell you that he can’t forgive you and it’s over before it really started.

Setting my phone down on the coffee table, I start to sit down when I am pulled onto his lap.

When he says nothing, I break the silence. “It’s three-thirty in the morning, Rhett.” His low chuckle has me smiling.

“Fitting.” He must see the confusion on my face. “Almost all of our time spent together has been in the night.” True. “I’m here because I tried to sleep and I fully intended to come to you tomorrow before our shift starts at the club, but I couldn’t wait.” Finally, he pressed his lips against mine, and I breathed him in; it was him, and not some dream, not a figment of my imagination, but Rhett in all his glory. “I can’t spend another day without you in it.” When his big hands stroke my back, goose bumps form at the intimate touch. “Not going back to where we were, beautiful.” This time when he kisses me, his lips catch the single tear that just began to fall. “Don’t cry, beautiful.”

“I’m so sorry—” I plea.

“No more looking back on our mistakes—”

“Jaden wasn’t only a mistake, but he was my weapon against you.”

Eyes widening at that statement, I know he has questions, but this time I’ll answer before he has to ask. “I needed a weapon to fight…fight the love that I was starting to feel for you.”

“You love me?”

I nod. “Anyone who’s ever said they loved me always left, and I couldn’t love you only to wait for the day you too left.”

“You love me?” He asks again.

His eyes search mine, uncertainty warring in his head. Right now, I need him to think with his heart though not his head. One by one, I see his emotions each take their turn. Disbelief. Hope. Fear makes an appearance, before his eyes soften and the corners of his mouth turn up. And, that? That’s when I know Rhett’s accepted my love.

“I loved you from the first day I think, when you wouldn’t even tell me your real name.” His eyes shine with the unshed tears that match mine. “I’d love you as Sunny as much as I love you as Skye.” Resting his forehead against mine, I know now there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep this man forever. This sweet, strong—so strong and forgiving man.

This time as we walk down the hallway to my bedroom, I know he won’t leave me with a goodnight kiss only to sleep alone.

Unlike the other times we had fallen asleep on my bed fully clothed, we undressed each other neither hiding the hunger between us.

“We’re not done talking, beautiful, not done,” he pants against my lips as I fumble with his belt buckle. “But I need to be inside of you…without an audience this time.” I can’t agree more.

Sitting on the bed, I’m eye level with the bulge behind the zipper. Belt off finally, I reach out to lower his zipper, when his hands wrap around my wrists. Looking up, I give him my full attention, well, a different part of him when he speaks. “I’ll never share you again, I can’t, and I won’t. Nobody else in our bed, on our couch, fucking anywhere. I’ll never share you again, understood?”

“Yes, I want that, too. I don’t want anyone but you. Ever again.” I mean every word.

“Another thing you need to know, Skye, is that I run the show in the bedroom. It’s not some game we’ll play from time to time.” When he lifts my chin and rubs the pad of his thumb over my lips again and again, I can feel the power in his hands. I trust it, I trust him with it. “It’s who I am and it’s how I’ll stay.” Sucking his thumb into my mouth, I swirl my tongue around it, telling him without words I’m more than okay with that.

His breathing is rapid, that vein in his neck is pumping wildly, and his nostrils are flared. I’ve never seen a sexier man than I see right now before me in my bed.

This time, when he slips inside of me, we’re alone and neither of us breaks eye contact. The frenzy that lead us to this moment has been replaced with a calm we both feel. This is making love, huh? Something I’d never done before, but now I can’t even think of not having this connection with Rhett. Our bodies move in unison and there’s no need for him to demand I say his name when that’s all that falls from my lips as my body milks his.

I hear the rain start and I smile in the dark. This will be the stormy night I think of often; it’ll be the memory that replaces the last stormy night. Just Rhett and I.

“You really love me?” I can’t help but laugh since we’d already covered this subject.

“Yes, I love you.”

“Why?”

A million little things fill my head but none sound quite right in my head but one…