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Face it Your inability to say no is not Dalton’s problem; it’s yours And the only person who can fix that is you

Lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling she understood his co special wasn’t a bullshit line Things were different this tiood way because it see for both of the hiize She hated that by reverting to the old Rory who lashed out, she’d forced hirown past that behavior and this time it was up to her to prove it

She slipped on his robe and wandered into the living roo aimlessly out thelike he sometimes did He hadn’t broken out the whiskey In fact, she didn’t see him at all

Had he left like he’d done so many times before?

Then she heard scrape scrape scrape She peered over the edge of the kitchen counter Dalton was on his hands and knees scraping so fro because she was enjoying the view

Get your eyes off his ass

She cleared her throat "Dalton?"

"What?"

"It was a childish thing to do, throwing our past history in your face I don’t even know if you did tell locker room stories back then But it doesn’t matter now" She took a breath "So fro about hoeso set to experience that awesomeness firsthand You can call me the Mona Rory No one will knohat hed Then he stood and turned toward her "I appreciate the apology and I’m sorry if it seems like I overreacted What’s between us is special I don’t ever want to lose sight of that or take it for granted, Rory"

When Dalton didn’t co her after that sweet confession, she said, "That’s it?"

"What’s it?"

"We’re not gonna kiss and erous look flared in his eyes "Sure we can As long as I get to pick where to kiss you"

Her sex pulsed twice--the equivalent of yelling pick me, pick me!

Her cunt was such an attention whore soreed to take a break from bom chicka ah"

"I did But since your poor pussy is sore and that is hta kiss it all better" He stalked her "Besides didn’t you call yourself the Moanin’ Rory? I’ll make that happen and then some"

"The Mona Rory A joke Froet it too"

"Dalton--"

"Aurora Come here" His tone went fro

Shit She never ever ever thought she’d be the wouy ordered her around She never ever ever thought she’d be more focused on the inflections in his voice than the words

"You should see your eyes They’re as dark as e turn-on"

"I mean every word I say to you" Then Dalton was on his knees, urging her to lean against the counter, untying her robe, spreading her thighs apart

Settling his mouth on her pussy, he undid her coentle sucks Using tenderness to soothe her tender tissues Yet each pass of his mouth on her flesh made her hot, made her wet, aso hen she started to co soft sucks of his lips with slow, long licks, drawing out the throbbing until her knees gave out

Then he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the couch

No man had ever just handled her like that Whenever Dalton picked her up, like she was a norantic freak, she felt petite Coddled Protected Soave it to her without asking

"How about if we take a break and watch some TV?"

"Okay" She curled into hian to drift off Half-sleepily she said, "You never answered my question"

"About what?"

"Anal sex"

His body stilled "What about it?"

"Are you expecting it fro fro we do, tell me I can tell if you’re into e’re doin’ when I hear that sexy onna bend you over and ra?"