Page 91 of The Runaway


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I was about ready to connect my fist with Connor’s face, but that wouldn’t have gone over well. Especially after Coach’s not-so-subtle warning to stand down.

Pepper’s eyes search mine with question. “Don’t be sorry. You’ve done so much for me.”

I run my nose along her neck. She breathes and it’s heavenly, relaxed, exactly how I want her.

I bear her weight against my chest, catching her as she melts into me.

I’ll always catch her.

The elevator stops way too quickly, but I’m not entirely disappointed.

I’m expecting a sleepy Pepper as she pulls herself off me. But when she looks up at me, desire and determination burn in her eyes.

“Do you think he’ll believe it? When you tell him I’m yours?”

“You are mine, Pepper. You’re the only one I care about believing it.”

She inhales like she’s breathing me in but there’s no response to what I’m asking her.

I pull her into my apartment and shut the door, pressing her against it. “What do I need to do to prove it?”

“Make me yours.” It’s the smallest of whispers from her lips, but it rings loudly in my ear.

Because I’ve had a taste of this woman on more than one occasion and I’m ready to have all of her. To take her to a whole new level of the glorious torture of multiple orgasms.

When she told me that she’s only given, that could only mean one thing. That she’s never had true mind-blowing sex. Any man who wouldn’t taste his woman before fucking her isn’t worthy.

Not of Pepper.

Hell, I’m not worthy of her. But tonight, I can sure as hell pretend I am and give her the world.

I press my forehead to hers.

“Please don’t ask me if I’m sure or if I’m drunk—”

I cup her face, brushing a feather kiss over her lips. God, she tastes like a dream—a spicy, sugary dream.

“I don’t have any questions for you, baby.”

“None?”

I shake my head. “All I have are demands.”

A soft gasp. “Demands?”

I nod. “I’m going to go slow. Too slow. I’m going to tease you relentlessly before I make you come. And you’re going to let me take my time.”

She huffs.

“I plan to undress you myself. But when I reach your panties, you’re going to remove them yourself and hand them over.”

She smirks. “For your collection?”

I grin because I can’t say this without smiling. “My Pepper Panties.”

She laughs. “I’m starting to run low, Reeves.”

“I’m not done. For the last two weeks, I can’t get the image of you blindfolding yourself before you kissed me out of my mind.”

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