But no. Dex wasthere, standing at the window, looking out to sea. He turned and smiled as I entered the room. “Better?”
“Much.”
He held open his arms, and without even thinking about it, I went into them, sighing in relief when they closed around me and pulled me close. He released the towel from around my waist and it pooled at our feet.
“Shall I fuck you right here against the window?” he asked, his voice low and rough.
“Where anyone can see? You have a need to be watched having sex?” I teased, as his hand possessively held onto my ass.
“No one can see, We used to fuck this way all the time.”
Something pulled at my brain, a question, something elusive. It was there, then gone in an instant. My disconnect from the real world should bother me more, I told myself. This couldn’tbe real. And yet, Dex felt as real and as solid as any man I’d ever been with. More real.