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“You’re mine.”
She smirks again. “I know, Levi.” And with that, she takes off down the hallway toward the nanny hole.
I collapse on the couch and grip my forehead.
Holy fucking shit.
Chapter Fifteen
WYLIE
“Thank God you answered,” I say when Sandie’s face pops up on my phone. She’s already in bed, Dale next to her wearing his headphones and most likely listening to an audiobook.
“What’s going on?”
“He took me to a sex club, I touched a woman’s breasts, he was hard as stone, I broke, we fucked . . . twice, and now he’s claimed me as his, and I’m about to go to his bedroom where I’ll be sleeping for the foreseeable future.”
Her mouth falls open as she stares back at me.
She blinks a few times. “Uh . . . how did this all happen in the matter of a few hours?”
“I have no idea but, oh my God, Sandie, the man can fuck. Like . . . really fuck. I’ve never experienced anything like it. And his hands are huge and his body is huge and his pecs are, ugh, God, they’re so amazing, and his penis, Jesus, Sandie, his penis.It’s tattooed and long and thick, and I swear he touched me in places I never knew existed.”
“Wait, tattooed?”
“Yes, easily the hottest penis I’ve ever seen. And he was right, he has smooth balls. And I really like playing with them. I liked them so much that I truly believe I might suck them. I’ve never done that before, but his balls deserve to be sucked.”
Sandie glances at Dale, who’s thankfully oblivious to our conversation, and whispers, “You seriously want to suck his balls?”
“Desperately,” I say. “Like I might just go into his room right now, strip him down, and dangle his balls like grapes over my mouth.”
“Wow, okay, so really obsessed with his balls. Got it. Can I ask, though, how did you break?”
“He was going to take another girl to a private room in the sex club—and I know that sounds insane, but just go with it—and I asked him not to because I wanted him.”
“You straight up told him?”
“Yes,” I say. “I couldn’t stomach the thought of it. Anyway, he made me come fast and hard, then when we got back to his apartment, he apologized for everything, and I apologized. He said he wanted to make this happen, and we’d figure out my dad later.”
“Wow, okay so . . . how do you feel about that?”
I can’t hide my smile. “I feel kind of amazing. I’ve never felt like this around a man before, and he’s such a man, Sandie. Like this is why you should date older men because older men aren’t idiots. They know what they’re doing, and if the way I just came from his mouth doesn’t prove that, I don’t know what does.”
“So you’re all in then?”
“I guess so. He said I could still work for him, do the more serious things like his socials and calendar and packing, but theasinine shit is off the table. He wants me to focus on my art and what I want from my career, and when the time comes, we’ll tell my dad. Until then, we’re just going to be . . . us and, oh my God, as I say that to you right now, I remember him telling me that we’d keep this information between me and him. I hope he doesn’t mind that I told you.”
“Oh, I doubt that he’ll mind.”
“You can’t tell anyone.” I point my finger at her.
“Who the hell would I tell?” she asks.
“I don’t know . . . Dale?”
She glances behind her to a now sleeping Dale with his headphones on, then back at me. “Trust me, Dale won’t be finding out. Your secret is safe with me.”
“I know. Thank you.”
