Page 94 of Gangsters and Guns


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The evidence of our time together is painted across her skin, making me smile, making me hard all over again.

In the parking garage, I scoot out of the SUV and rush to open her door. She mutters, “Thanks,” as she slips down, wrapping her arms around her stomach from the cold. I would offer her my jacket, but seeing as she’s wearing my shirt, I can’t.

The wind whips through her hair, making her nipples poke deliciously at my shirt, and I know right then that I’ll have to make room for more playtime with her. Ice cubes, hot wax, vibrating wands… So many ways I want to test her body, make her scream, and see how many times I can make her come.

Squeezing her hand, I walk proudly with her through the lobby and over to our private elevator, loving every gaping look and narrowed pair of eyes focused in our direction.

Yes, I fucked her.

Yes, she’s mine.

No, I’m not ashamed of how she looks…

I’m fucking proud.

She’s something so beautiful, she should be displayed for all to enjoy.

But for now, she’s my dirty little secret. At her door, I kiss her lips gently and bid her goodnight. She shuts the door slowly, biting her lip with a smile on her face.

Fuck, I could live for that smile, striving to be the reason for its existence. I worked hard to build up these walls around me, to forget how to feel and drown in information. But after one sexual encounter with Rory, all my walls are crashing down.

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