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Chapter 24
I chuckle as I pant up at the ceiling. “Good.”
“Good?” He’s struggling for air, his breathing labored. “Doesn’t feel good, feels terrifying.”
“Well . . .” I shrug casually as if I have this type of conversation every day. “You love me . . . I love you . . . the rest of it is semantics.”
He frowns over at me in question.
I get out of bed to collect the blankets that are all over the floor. “It’s going to take you a while to get used to, Hen. Relying on one person isn’t easy.”
He leans up on his elbow as if interested. “Do you feel like this?”
“Yeah, I guess.” Now I’m really acting hard. I go to the bathroom and clean myself up. I walk back out to the bedroom to see the tortured man in my bed. I apply my face moisturizer as he watches me.
“Did you plan our trip?” I ask him to change the subject. He’s two seconds from having a full-on meltdown. “We’re going to the snow, right?”
His eyes flick over. “You said the beach.”
I giggle. “Just checking you’re listening to me. How much do I owe you for this trip? Tell me so I can transfer it over.”
“This is my surprise for you.”
“I don’t want you paying for everything. That’s not fair.”
He reaches over and pulls me toward him. He arranges my body over his and holds me tight. “Shut up, I am.”
I relax against his chest. “You know, breaking and entering is a crime, right?”
I feel him smile above me. “You gave me a key.”
“When?”
“When your dog was barking and you told me to put him inside if he didn’t calm down.”
“Aah.” I smile as I think back. Seems like ten years ago that we had that conversation. “Keep it—put it on your key ring.” I kiss his chest. “This is my new favorite thing.”
“Me waiting in bed for you like a puppy?” He sighs, disgusted.
“Being punished for you loving me.”
“Yeah, well, shut up, or I’ll fucking do it again.” He pokes me in the ribs, and I laugh as I try to get away from him. He rolls over the top of me and kisses me tenderly, his erection growing against my leg once more. His lips linger over mine as a moment of perfect clarity runs between us. We’re the perfect storm, where normality feels wrong and the forbidden feels hot.
I want to lighten the moment, remind him that it’s okay to be us.
“I’m sorry, I’ve been a bad girl, Mr. James,” I whisper as I play with him. “Please don’t hurt me, sir.”
I see fire flicker in his eyes as he spreads my legs with his knee.
I roll my lips to hide my smile. Dirty talk is his kryptonite, the one thing that I know brings him out of his own head and back into the moment with me.
“What would my father say if he knew his closest friend was about to take liberties with his untouched daughter? I’m barely of age.”
He chuckles, his teeth grazing my neck as I feel his arousal teeter on the dangerous.
“Please don’t mark me, sir . . . I beg you.”
He surges forward, claiming every inch, pinning me to the bed. “Giddy the fuck up.”
