AllFreeNovel
Share Us
What? Kordin wanted Reece to fuck me?
That man continually surprises me with how low he’s willing to stoop. If I didn’t hate my husband so much, I might actually respect him.
I shake my head, feeling Reece’s fingertips burrowing through my strands to get a better grip.
Asshole.
“You still fucked me.”
“How?”
“Because you didn’t take the fucking laptop like you were supposed to!”
“Your husband was fucking cheating on you!” he roars while lifting his head off the loveseat.
I react instantly, butting my elbow right up under his chin so hard I hear his teeth clack together.
“Goddamn it,” he grits out before he knocks my elbow away, then we’re rolling again, back to where we were originally, except with his hold on my hair tighter and much more threatening.
It’s not half bad actually. If only he’d—
Ow.
Did he just pull piecesout?
This fox has a lot to learn.
I jolt my head straight up, losing more hair but also making Reece jerk his back to avoid collision. Thanks to our bottom halves already hanging off the cushion, the momentum causes us to sag even lower. Reece catches my ass with his free hand, and keeping us connected in the same position, relocates us to the floor between the table and loveseat.
My skin starting to prickle, I rip the flimsy skirt off my bodysuit, then buck up to free the material out from under me.
Reece drives me back down with his hips, pinning me to the floor, then drops his forehead to mine on a strangled exhale.
“Fuck. Your pussy—”
I stuff a wad of skirt in his mouth, muffling the rest of his sentence.
“Save your sweet nothings, rookie. This is business,” I make myself say. It feels good to me, too—the front of his body against mine, his body’sreactionto mine. There’s no denying he’d make a really, really good hate fuck, but I’m here for one reason only and he’s not it.
Whipping his head to the side, Reece tries to empty his mouth but winds up gagging instead, his body heaving violently on top of mine.
There was a lot of material balled in my fist.
Unable to roll us again, I do the next best thing by rocking us to the side, banging Reece’s head into the table’s leg. Reece’s choke turns into a groan, and something about the change allows the skirt to free-fall from his mouth.
Damn it.
“Stop fighting!” he yells in my face.
“I can’t!” I shout back, digging my nails into his flexed traps and earning myself a growl from his chest so thunderous it rumbles mine.
Calmer, Reece says, “I’m getting up. Don’t hit me.”
As soon as there’s enough room between our bodies, I bring a leg up and knee his side.
He falls back down on top of me. “Fucking liar.”
“I didn’t agree to anything. And that wasn’t a hit. This is a—”
