Page 47 of Trapped In Love


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“It’s not a big deal,” she said with a shrug and went back to fiddling with the jewelry in her hand.

I browsed her site, and I was impressed with the quality of the photos on each product. She had good ad copy, too. I checked her personal social media, and she did a good job promoting it. But she needed better artwork.

“Please?”

She arched a sculpted eyebrow at me. “Why?”

“You already know how to market yourself, but I can make you some kick-ass graphics.”

“Again, why do you care?”

I gave her an annoyed look.

“Is that your idea of a peace offering? So I’ll forgive you for being such a twat waffle?”

I took a sip of my beer instead of answering.

“Okay, but it better be good.”

I pulled up the sleeve of my flannel and pointed out the artwork on my arm. “I design all my tattoos. I don’t half-ass it with my art.”

She held up her hands. “Okay, impress me, then.”

“Oh, don’t you worry, I will.”

“Cocky!”

She laughed and put her work down to take another swig of her beer.

She set her beer down and got up to poke at the fire again. She put in more logs, but on her way back to her chair, she tripped over my feet. I reached an arm out and pulled her into my lap before she fell on her ass. Or worse, into the fire.

“Whoa there,” I said.

A blush rose across her pale face. For a moment, time stood still as I cradled her in my arms, and she stared into my very soul. She slid her hands around my neck and bent her head to mine to meet me in a slow kiss.

When she kissed me, I forgot about all the reasons why this was a bad idea. I didn’t stop her when she took the lead and ran her tongue across mine. Instead, I slid my hands up the back of her hoodie, my body tingling as I felt the warmth of her skin, and I kissed her harder. We kissed for so long the fire had died down when she pulled away.

She shifted, straddling me like she might ride my dick right here in front of the fire.

Don’t think about that, Felix. Stop thinking about fucking her again.

“Fe?”

“Yeah?” I croaked out.

“Tell me to stop,” she said as she rested her forehead against mine and her lips ghosted across mine. “Tell me you don’t want to kiss me again.”

I cupped her face and pulled back to take her all in. Her cheeks were flushed pink, and her lips were swollen from being kissed too much. And yet not enough. I wanted to kiss her all night long until she begged me to stop.

“Gem, I want to kiss you until you can’t breathe. I want to take you inside and have my way with you until you’re gasping for breath and can’t handle one more orgasm. And then I want to give you one more.”

She bit her lip, and then the little brat rubbed herself on my dick. Fuck me. She was going to be the end of me.

I gripped her hair in my fist. “I can only give you this week. I can’t give you anything more.”

She dipped her head back down and hovered over my mouth. “Give me this week. Fuck me until you break me, and come Sunday, we’ll go home with nothing changed.”

“I want something to change.”

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