Page 190 of The Perfect Wrong


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Her buttery giggle is all I need to hear.

I can’t stay mad at her.

“Well...you were good. Worth a little scare, right?” she says, running her tongue along her lips.

Fuck.

If someone offered a million bucks to look at her for more than five minutes without getting turned on, I’d lose in under sixty seconds.

This girl is a natural at getting me hard, unleashing my inner beast.

With her so deep in the zone, nothing else matters—not even the ugly truth that I’m leaving for the most dangerous fuckery I’ve ever dealt with.

“You’re talking like it’s over,” I tell her, teasing my lips against hers. “C’mon. Let’s go upstairs and get you some water and fresh air. We’ll pick this up in my room. This time, you’re staying with me till morning.”

She laughs softly.

Goddamn, I’m obsessed with that laugh.

If I have my way—and I will—it’s all I’m going to hear whenever she’s around.

Nothing but light, happy, sounds to make up for all the bullshit we’ve been through on our way to this moment.

I throw on my pants and look for her underwear.

I’ve destroyed one bra strap, completely snapped it in two. She gawks at me, trying to fit it on, holding one arm helplessly across her tits.

I smile. Can’t do much about the demolished dress either, so we’ll have to hope we’re alone moving through the house.

“You wanted me to mark you,” I remind her. “No apologies. No crying over ruined clothes. Oh, and I’ll keep these.”

I stuff her panties into my pocket.

Her eyes bug out and she laughs, shaking her head.

Apparently, she still can’t believe I’m not just screwing around when I told her I’d take them.

I’ve never been more serious in my life.

These are coming with me for luck and I’ll certainly need it. Who knows what the hell I’ll be facing once my crew jumps the border.

“Get dressed quick unless you want me to carry you upstairs naked,” I say.

“You wouldn’t!” she throws back, trying to struggle into the shredded dress.

“Try me. I already got you hot and bothered with an audience on the beach.” I step toward her, reaching for her open dress and helping guide it over her shoulders again. “You don’t know half the shit I could do to you, Delia. Give me time. I’ll devote every damn night to convincing you that you’re the sexiest woman to ever walk the Earth.”

She replies with a fluttery kiss, and I savor it as long as I can.

Only a few seconds with the way my dick aches. I grab her by the hand and lead us upstairs.

She’s still smiling and laughing, brushing her fingers on my arm as we walk.

I barely notice what’s in front of us at first when we’re back on the main floor, emerging through the basement door.

That makes it so much fucking worse when my wits come back.

When we both see her, Delia’s little nails become torture.

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