Page 25 of Jealous Convict


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Cute things like sharing a banana split with her best friend.

Funny things like attempting the perfect handstand on the beach and getting a mouthful of sand for her troubles.

Awesome things like coming top of her class—because my future wife is clever and intelligent and she’s going to make a kickass lawyer.

When she nears the top three, she begins to squirm, looking shy and nervous. And a little turned on.

“What’s going through that beautiful mind, sweetheart?” I rub my nose up and down her jaw, the need to keep touching her too powerful to resist. “Why’d you stop?”

The flush starts at her chest and flares higher until her cheeks are bright pink. Her lower lip disappears between her teeth and I suppress a groan as my dick turns to steel.

Her pretty nipples harden and her gaze flicks shyly between my eyes and my mouth.

She squirms harder, rubbing her tight little butt on my erection.

Fuck. “Kitty? Has something we did today made it onto your favorite list?” I guess, praying that’s the case.

Blushing fiercely, she nods, her gaze fixed on my mouth.

The need to kiss her, devour her, shoots up a thousand percent.

“Tell me, baby girl,” I beg.

One small hand rises from her lap to cover the one I’ve placed over her left ear, then trails down to wrap around my wrist, holding on tight. I keep my gaze on her, infusing my strength and refusing to let her look away.

“Go on,” I encourage.

“My third favorite thing is the…the way you kiss me.”

The groan doesn’t stay down this time. It ripples its way up my throat. “And how’s that, baby girl?”

“It’s so…s-so forceful. Demanding. As if you need to k-kiss me…to live.”

I press my forehead against hers, breathing in her pure, innocent citrus scent. “I do. I really fucking do, Kitty. The moment I saw them I knew they would be most addictive lips in the world, second only to the gorgeous lips between your beautiful legs.”

I plant a kiss on the corner of her Cupid’s bow mouth. I don’t dare venture closer because I need to keep my wits about me, and kissing her, I’ve learned, is the gateway drug to nirvana.

The gap in the door is growing wider and cruder voices infiltrate the room. I’ve never been more conscious of how heaven and hell can co-exist than now.

“What’s your second favorite?” I press, wishing time would slow down and speed up at the same time.

Slow down so I savor these moments with her, and speed up so reinforcements arrive quicker.

A quick glance at the buckling door, and my heart sinks. They’re making steady, terrifying progress. Another ten…fifteen minutes tops and I’ll have to maim or kill to keep my girl safe.

I breathe deep, resigning myself to what I know in my bones I have to do. I can’t think about the consequences of my impending actions or the likelihood that it’ll keep me from her longer than I anticipated.

There’s no contest.

Kitty’s safety is paramount.

Her hand, so delicate and small, clutches my wrist harder, redirecting my focus. “It’s when y-you put your hands on me,” she whispers, her eyes darting to her father’s desk, the memory of what we did on top of it reflected in her eyes. “When you hold me down and…and do things to me.”

“Yeah?”

I can’t help my cocky grin even as my dick grows harder, sending pleasure and pain racing up my body.

I’m seconds away from releasing the beast and situating it back where it belongs in that tight heaven between her legs.

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