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.“Jesus Emmie, what the hell was that?” Nixon asks, making it to my side and patting me softly on the back until my coughing fit subsides.I turn to look at him with wide eyes.“What the fuck are you doing here Nixon?” I shout and feel my fear turn into confusion when he just smiles at me.“I told you I was going to be inside you while you were wearing that dress, did I not?” he says, like that explains why he was waiting in my bedroom until I got home.“I want my key back.I don’t like knowing that you can get into my house while I’m not here and do whatever you want.How do I know you are locking the place up when you leave and I won’t have people waiting inside to kill me when I get home?” I start to panic slightly when I think of all the bad things that could happen, along with how badly the asshole scared me when I came in.“Don’t worry about it, Em.I did a sweep of the house and a thorough check of your underwear drawer to make sure no one else was here,” he deadpans.That remark snaps me out of my panic.“My underwear drawer, huh.Are you sure no one was hiding out in there? I’ve had a few pieces of lingerie go missing in the past few years without any explanation,” I joke.For some reason Nixon doesn’t find this funny and tells me so with his scowl.“What,” I ask.“I don’t like the idea that other fuckers out there have underwear that you’ve worn.That’s something for me alone.No one else should get that privilege but me.”I roll my eyes and plant my hands on my hips at his possessive remark.“I have been with other people too, Nixon.I wasn’t a virgin by any stretch before you made your move you know.”Then his eyes turn dark and his arms wind around my body from the side almost too tightly.“Can you quit fucking reminding me that you’ve been with other men before me, please,” he grinds out.I figure that I need to lighten the mood because he’s getting a bit too alpha male about other men, so I throw in “what about the other women I’ve been with?”Nixon’s body freezes but his eyes connect with mine.The lust that automatically shines through them makes me instantly wet.“Women too?” he drawls.I just nod my answer.“How many?”I bite my lip and avoid his answer because, while I did have that typical college drunk night, there was a period after college ended and I was just fed up with men, thanks to Pete.Women seemed to be more in tune with what a woman wants and I thought I would try that route for a while.It only lasted two months and two girls, but it was an eye opener.“Three total,” I tell him honestly.“Holy shit Em, really?” he asks, like he can’t believe it.“Yeah, the last one was a threesome but it made me realize that I’m all about the dick,” I shrug.“Well, now I’m totally turned on,” he says and slowly pushes his hips against my side, his hard length pressing just below my rib cage.“Oh yeah? You like knowing that I’ve been with women?”“Oh yeah,” he growls and his hand falls away from my hip and travels up my back to the zipper of my dress where he slowly and torturously separates the metal teeth holding the fabric together.“Nixon,” I barely get the word out before my dress puddles around my feet and I feel him lean over to press his mouth to the side of my neck.I had been in such a hurry to get to the reception hall this morning that I hadn’t thought about straps of a dress, and my white bra wouldn’t do, so I said screw it and went without one for the night.I tilt my head to give him better access and close my eyes.“You are so fucking sexy,” he mutters and steps around to stand in front of me before placing his mouth against mine for a soul searing kiss.He pulls back infinitesimally and speaks, his lips brushing against mine as they move.“It seems I find something I like more about you every single day.”I giggle.“Today it was that I’ve been with a woman?” He shakes his head, his nose rubbing on either side of mine with every swipe.“No, that was just an added bonus.Today it was how fucking hot you looked in that dress and the way you didn’t give into that asshole that wanted to get a piece of you.”“Ben didn’t want a piece of me, Nixon.He was very nice, actually.”“Of course he wanted a fucking piece of you, Em.Did he ask for your number?”Shit, he did ask me for my number before I left tonight.I can’t tell Nixon that I gave it to him, though.I knew when this thing with Nixon ended that I’d need someone else to occupy my time and Ben seemed like he wouldn’t have a problem doing just that.I feel the small cringe slide onto my face and see Nixon’s eyes narrow at me, so I slide my arms up his chest and around his shoulders and pull his face toward mine.When our mouths collide, I run my tongue along the seam of his, begging for entrance which, after a few seconds, he grants
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