Page 58 of The Runaway


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I twist my head. Pepper’s hands are covering her eyes like she’s playing a game of hide and seek. “No worries. I found what I needed.” I pull out a pair of boxers and slip them on.

Carefully, she slides her hands off her face, sweeping her gaze over me, then blinks away. “Un. Necessary.”

I toss her a cocky grin. “You’re a big girl. You can sleep in the same bed with someone without getting aroused.”

She scoffs. “I can. Can you?”

Just to fuck with her, I sweep my eyes over her with a cocked brow. “I think I’m good.”

Pepper rolls her eyes. “Still, some sort of warning next time would be appreciated.” She’s frazzled and completely disoriented, then shifts her hips slightly and freezes, scrunching her nose. I didn’t miss the low breathy curse.

I close the distance between us, coming up behind her, getting a whiff of her. She still smells sweet, but now there’s a touch of…something else.

She stills when I bend and whisper behind her ear, “I think I saw some in that top drawer.”

“Hmm?”

“Panties. Don’t you need some?”

She blinks but doesn’t turn back yet. “N-no. I’m already wearing them.”

I scrunch my nose. “You should probably grab a dry pair.”

She twists to face me. “Excuse me?”

I don’t answer, just sweep my gaze over her. Trying desperately not to want her in the middle of payback.

“I’m willing to bet the ones you’re wearing are soaked through.”

She shifts uncomfortably. “They’re fine.”

“Prove it. Hand ‘em over.”

She jerks her head. “I’m not handing you my panties. I’m wearing them. If they were wet, which they’re not, I’d change. So I’m good.”

I scoff and toss her a smirk. “Too bad.”

I turn and walk away, hearing her huff behind me. The kind when you know you’ve lost a battle.

And she just got annihilated.

“Chase.”

I twist and catch a flying piece of fabric coming at me.

It’s soft and silky.

It fits perfectly in the palm of my hand when I squeeze.

And it’s drenched.

I bring the fisted fabric up to my nose. And that is my first mistake. It intensifies my need.

But I’m a big boy. I can control it.

I step aside and point to the dresser for her to get a new pair.

Twisting her lips into a grin, she shrugs her shoulders. “I’m good,” she chirps, then pulls back the covers, tugs on the hem of the long t-shirt and slips into bed. “Night.”

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