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I don’t like being vulnerable. Yes, I consider Bunny one of my closest friends, but I don’t want her pity when she learns about my mommy issues. I don’t like to be seen as weak.
Bunny is done with my tattoo in no time, and since it’s on the back of my neck, Ringer has to take a picture of it for me to see it.
A pesky tear escapes my lid as I study the beautiful font. I turn to my friend and pull her into a tight embrace. “I love it. Thank you so much, Bunny.”
She smiles with giddiness before she pulls away. When I look at her in question, she rolls her ankle and waves my concern off. “My legs just bother me after a while ever since, well, you know. I’ll be fine!”
Flame finishes with a client just as Bunny finishes Ringer’s tattoo on his forearm. He gives us both weird looks, grinning slyly as Bunny wraps his forearm up.
After leaving the tattoo shop, Ringer leads us back to my bakery. We closed hours ago, and the last of the bakers left a bit ago, so the place is empty apart from us.
I lead him into my office. When I turn to grab my purse, Ringer’s strong hand wraps around my upper arm, stopping me from pulling my bag onto my shoulder.
I gasp in shock, dropping my bag to the floor as Ringer pushes his soft yet firm lips against mine.
I moan, leaning into his kiss. His lips brush against mine in the most delicate caress.
Talk about fucking butterflies. All of those anxious emotions have nothing on the feeling his gentle, teasing touches are stirring up inside me.
The most action I’ve gotten from him since getting home from Vegas has been a quick goodnight peck to the lips. To say I’m caught off guard is an understatement, but I’m not complaining in the slightest. Becauseyum.
Ringer lets out a grunt as I grab onto the openings of his cut, yanking him against me. It seems we both have a need for control. He bites my bottom lip a little harder than usual, fighting for dominance before I nip back.
I whimper as he backs me up against my desk. The featherlight caress of his hands on my outer thighs has need pooling in my belly. Strong hands grip my thighs, and a second later, he’s lifting me onto my desk, settling between my legs.
I break the kiss with a gasp and look down to where he’s pressed against me. His jeans bulge deliciously. I drop my head back, rolling my eyes and moaning as he rolls his hips against my center, hitting me in just the right spot.
My thin leggings create no barrier between us. If he doesn’t stop rubbing against me, I’m going to come in my pants.
“Fuccckk,”I groan.
He drops his lips to my exposed shoulder, kissing gently before running his teeth along my flesh as he grinds his hips again and again.
My entire body trembles as he toys with me.
“Ringer,” I moan.
“Princess?” he asks with the sexiest bedroom voice I think I’ve ever heard.
Fuck. When did he get so hot?
That’s right. He’s always been fucking delectable.
Ringer seems perfectly content to continue rubbing himself against me without going any further. Well, newsflash, buddy, goodnight kisses and dry humping in my office aren’t enough for me.
Pushing my top half away from him, I rip my tank top over my head and throw it in the corner. I watch in amusement as Ringer’s eyes sparkle in appreciation as he takes in my barely covered breasts through the thin lace bra.
“Touch me,” I whisper.
I wait patiently for him to make the next move. He carefully caresses each breast with his fingertips, causing goosebumps to pebble my chest.
I can sense the second whatever reservations were holding him back give way. It’s like a dam has burst when his lips attack mine forcefully, causing me to moan into his mouth. Parting my lips, I allow him entrance as his tongue curls around mine.
His fingertips clutch my hips almost painfully, and I moan against his lips.
He places openmouthed kisses down my neck, leading a trail between my breasts before sucking a nipple into his mouth, lace and all. I gasp as he takes the other one between his lips. Wanting to feel the heat from his mouth unobstructed, I rip my bra down and let a loud moan out as he latches on.
A strong hand wraps around my waist as he lifts my hips off the desk, pushing my leggings down with his free hand. Setting my bare ass back on the wood, he wastes no time running the tips of his fingers through my folds. We groan simultaneously, me because he’s finally touching where I so desperately need him, him when he realizes how wet I am.
