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Dane

He was at serious risk of vomiting all over this woman's chest.

Violet obviously considered this an opportunity to audition for adult films. To her credit, she'd tried to make it good for Dane. But this writhing and panting was just making him ill.

"Stop," he whispered as she dipped her head to suck noisily on his neck, then flicked her hair back over her shoulders, grinding into his lap. But she either didn't hear him, or thought it was part of their role play, because her cries only seemed to get louder. "Stop," he graveled. When she didn't, he swore and grabbed for her wrists. "Violet. Please. Stop. Just for a minute."

She stopped so quickly, her face so immediately irritated rather than ecstatic, under different circumstances it would have been comical.

Dane held her gaze as his father swore from a couple feet behind and beside them.

"Dane, what the fuck are you—"

"This isn't going to work. She'd never believe it."

"I told you, make her believe it!"

"I'm about to if you'll shut the fuck up, Dad. You aren't helping!"

His father went silent and Dane closed his eyes and tried to fix his mind on Lila… her sweet smile, her wicked one, and her soft skin.

The ache in his chest went so deep he wondered if he'd ruptured something.

Then he opened his eyes and looked at Violet, who was staring at him uncertainly. "Are you here by choice?" he asked carefully. "Or did he make you," he tipped his head back towards his father.

She shrugged. "It's what I do. And I don't care—I mean, it could be worse." She raised her eyebrows and scanned from his face, down his chest, to where she was seated on him.

Dane blew out a breath. "Okay, then… you need to let me lead this, if you're okay with that. This… what you're doing… that won't work."

She shrugged again. "What do you want me to do?"

"Would you mind… facing the other way?"

"Sure. I can go Pony."

He wasn't sure what that meant, but she popped up and turned around, sitting in his lap with her back to him and looking at him over her shoulder. "Like this?"

"Yes."

"Now what?"

"Just… be a quiet for a minute. Think about something else and just… give me a minute."

She glanced at his father, but Douglas must have indicated she should do as he said because she stopped arching her back and just sat there, hands on her thighs.

Dane emptied his mind of anything but images of Lila. Didn't allow himself to think any words, or about the future. Just closed his eyes and filled his mind with images of her, his wife, her smile, her body, her laughter, her kisses.

With a choked sob, he brought his trembling fingers to Violet's thighs and trailed them down, then back up. She tensed and he hushed her. "Just relax and… do what's natural. Even if that isn't much," he murmured.

Then he brought one hand to her back, laid it flat at the base of her spine and slid it slowly up until his fingers were at her nape.

She shivered and her skin pebbled.

Ignoring the churning in his stomach, the tears that pinched his throat, Dane closed his eyes and let himself sink into the memories of the woman he loved…

…He had his fingers in Lila's hair and his lips on her neck. Her hands climbed his chest, and her breath fluttered in his ear.

He'd never been near a woman that made his skin feel like it was too tight. Let alone one that seemed to want him as bad as he wanted her. There was no fear in her. No hesitation. Nothing calculating. She wanted to kiss him, so she did.

They were both shaking. Dane let one hand slide down to her waist…

… Slowly, slowly, he danced along her skin, from her collarbone, around her breast, to her side, then up her thigh. He didn't miss the shiver that went through her when he trailed his fingers back up—this time just slightly closer to the middle of her thigh, rather than the outside…

…He dipped his long fingers into her softest places and she let her head drop back again with a sigh. He dropped his head to drag his teeth along the line of her throat, nipping, then kissing to soothe the skin…

She gasped and pushed into his touch.

… Still touching her, sliding his fingers in a rhythm designed to bring her close to her peak, he kissed her lips, then along her jaw, then as her head dropped back, he kissed down the column of her neck and throat…

She was whimpering, her breath rapid and short.

…He leaned over, just a little, to get a better angle and her mouth fell open. She arched her breasts straight up in his face and slid one hand back to touch him, exploring his chest and neck, her fingers gripping and releasing as she tensed and relaxed.

Then she began to whimper. Her fingers clawed into his hair and her hips began to move…

She moaned and clenched around his fingers. He knew what to do.

…She gasped as her orgasm hit. His mouth landed on her hers, smothering her cry, his tongue sliding against hers in perfect rhythm with his fingers, wringing every last shudder and spasm from her body. Then she deflated, boneless and trembling, still clinging to him, but her breath coming in gasps of shock as Dane sat up again, eyes wide—

—Dane sat bolt upright, almost tipping Violet off his lap. His eyes were wild where Violet's were heated, sated. Her skin warm and pink.

"Your turn," she whispered, turning around and taking him in her hand.

He grabbed for her, but even as she stroked and his body came alive, his mind swimming with images of Lila, he knew he couldn't stop this, wouldn't be able to go through with this again for the sake of his father's perverted plan. He had to… he had to… for Lila's sake.

Letting his head sink back onto the back of the chair, Dane tried to make his sobs sound like groans as he sank back into the memories of Lila, his wife. The woman he loved…

…He closed his eyes and let his head drop back again, the veins in his forehead popping, the tendons in his neck standing proud.

Lila let her hands trail from his shoulders, down his chest, to his lap. He tried to grab her hands, to stop her, but she fought him off, grinning, and, leaning into him, she kissed him, rolling her tongue along his as she stroked in time, just like he had done, swallowing his cries when he finally shuddered and released in her hand, riding it out with him, until they were both trembling, gasping, sagging against each other.

She dropped her face into the curve between his neck and shoulder as the world righted itself and reality began to return….

"Well done, son."

Lila would never forgive him.

"Very convincing. Or maybe you weren't acting?"

"Lila," Dane sobbed.

"It's Violet," she breathed.

Dane's stomach clenched and he gagged. "Get off. Fuck. Get off of me." He put a hand to Violet's shoulder, holding her away until she'd scrambled off his lap, then he was up and away, stumbling for the doorway, the bathroom, where he emptied his stomach again, and again, and again.