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nearly diving for the toilet, my stomach starting to empty itself. Dorian stayed with me the whole time, helping me. All the anger I felt melted away, leaving me with one ugly truth.
    I was so angry at Dorian for being jealous because I’d been jealous at the idea of him and another woman. I did fear him having someone else and that fear made me feel like he didn’t have a right to be possessive.
    Even though him being possessive also turned me on beyond rational belief.
                  “I’m a fucking mess.”
                  “No, you’re not. Even throwing up you’re the sexiest thing I’ve seen. Just look at that ass. You’re bent over and that dress is intent on killing me.”
                  I laughed despite myself, still leaning over the toilet. “Dorian, don’t be ridiculous.”              “I’m being serious. Is it so wrong that I think you’re that hot?”
                  There went the rest of my anger. Just poof .
                  Dorian was determined to help me clean up, but I was clear headed enough to refuse his help. Throwing up most of the alcohol had sobered me up. I was determined to wash up and brush my teeth on my own.
                  As soon as I was done, I took a good look at my reflection. My contacts were starting to burn and my eyes were turning red. Either from that, or the alcohol. Who knows?
                  I took off my contacts, careful not to smudge my makeup anymore than it already was. Dorian was waiting for me in his room. I could almost sense his impatience from outside. Thinking about the argument we’d just had, I was nervous about what was going to happen once I left the bathroom.
                  With a shake of my head, I turned away from the sink and opened the door.

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                  H e was waiting for me in my room when I finished, sitting against my headboard. He’d taken off his shoes and looked quite comfortable on my bed. I shook my head, but did walk closer when he beckoned.
                  He sat up and leaned toward me. I gasped, feeling his hand dive under my dress. He cupped me between my legs from behind. He dragged me toward him and I willingly went. Suddenly I was on my knees, leaning over him, spreading wider for his hand.
                  Dorian’s gaze went heavy again. “Are you feeling okay?” The concern and lust I saw on his face made me bit my lip.
                  “Yeah. Definitely better.” On the inebriation issue, at least.
                  Those were the words he apparently needed from me because he bit his own lip. He moved my thong to the side and traced my slit with his fingers. I moaned at the feeling, at the sight of him hissing air in between his teeth.
                  “So wet for me. Already.”
                  “Been for a while,” I admitted, wondering how it managed to surprise him. That’s how he always found my pussy. He got near it, she got wet.  That was common knowledge.
                  “Even while sick.” He raised an eyebrow and gave me a rueful smirk.
                  We really needed to talk. We needed to air out what was going on before we went any further. I knew all this, but his lips looked too good.
                  He grazed my clit with his knuckle.
                  “Oh .” Another moan left me. I leaned in to take his lips in a kiss. As soon as I was close enough, he beat me to it, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I cupped his jaw, my tongue just as eager as his. My hips were writhing toward his hand. He purposely kept his touch light, even as we mouth-raped the breath out of each other.
                  “You’ve been bad tonight, Demi. Making me worry, getting drunk illegally .”
    He gave me a playful look and cupped my ass with his free hand,