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Interesting. “Benton told you this?”
She nods. “He also told me that he would call me within the next couple of days to let me know who made the anonymous tip that led to my husband’s arrest.” She flashes me a wink. “Because it certainly wasn’t me.”
Seven hours later, we pull into the House of Cain.
“You have a two-minute head start.”
Her head whips in my direction. “For what?”
“You seem to like running from me.” And I seem to relish chasing her. “So, I’m going to let you run as far as you can before I catch you and redden your cheeks for every minute you worried me today.”
She grins. “So, you were worried today, huh?”
I’m not dealing with her shit. “Time starts now. I suggest you hurry. I ran cross-country in high school.”
She puts her hand on the door and stops. “Seriously? Were you any good?”
I tap my watch. “You won’t know unless you run.”
She’s out of the car in a flash, darting behind the house and heading straight for the field of sunflowers—my favorite. Fuck her head start—I can’t wait to get my hands on her defiant ass.
Slamming my door closed behind me, I leisurely walk through the sunflowers facing the east, not caring to chase after her yet. I’m enjoying watching her think she has a chance.
“I hate to tell you,” she laughs as she runs, “but you aren’t even a remotely good runner. Your team must have hated you.”
That they did, but not for that reason.
I let her get a few feet further before sprinting the small distance between us. In one swoop, she’s under me, pliant on the ground.
“I underestimated you,” she admits, defeat coating her tone.
I press my palm against her head and bury the side of her face into the dirt. I know it’s not gentle or romantic, but I can’t find it in myself to care.
Did she care when she ran from me? No.
Did she care when she uprooted my life? No.
So, do I care if she’s comfortable while I remind her whose wife she is? Not in the slightest.
Her legs scrape the ground as I snatch her hips up to meet my throbbing cock. I rub against her, hoping the friction will ease the pain, but it only makes it worse.
I don’t give her long to adjust or get comfortable, mainly because I don’t care if she is.
I only care that she learns.
That I love her.
And that if she ever leaves again, I won’t be so forgiving.
Gripping the band of her shorts, I tug them off and toss them to the side, showcasing smooth skin and a thong that rounds her beautiful ass.
“Someone’s needy,” Reese muses, while I slide down her panties.
“Someone’s mouth needs occupying,” I taunt, pulling her legs apart.
“I’ve told you—”
She goes silent when my mouth finds her center, sucking violently until she’s shaking against me. Moans fill the evening air, and I can tell she’s on the cusp of coming on my face, but after all, this is a punishment.
