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“I like Marie.” Though I could always pass on her gossiping tendencies. I finish the last of my salad, my stomach flipping in appreciation.
“Well, she doesn’t try and sleep with me, so that’s a plus.”
“Sure, sure.”
He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his lips. Instead, he lightly touches my cheek. “How are you feeling today?”
My eyes dart behind him. “Better.”
“Don’t lie to me, Gemma. You think I don’t know you’re boiling inside? You think I think all is forgiven?”
“Time.” I gulp. “I need time.”
Uncertainty passes through his eyes, but he doesn’t press me further. We eat in silence, and this time he doesn’t feed me.
I want to cry, thinking of our future. Can I really let this go? What kind of person will that make me?
After our meal, he leans in for a soft kiss.
My eyes close of their own accord, allowing me to feel every tingle as he trails his fingers down my spine. I eye him when our lips part, intent on pouring the hurt I feel through my stare alone.
“So can I punish you for being reckless?”
“Define reckless.”
His narrow stare reminds me of how easy it is to sour his mood. “You. You define reckless.”
“I don’t know what to tell you.”
He tugs on my arm, and I move to his lap as his hand slips to my ass covered in mom jeans. I strive to push off him, but he keeps me grounded in his arms, so I stay because, to be honest, I never want to leave them.
I shouldn’t be doing this, pretending that our future is sleek and final.
But my fingers still grip his hair, tilting his chin upward before I press my lips against his warm ones. His body tenses, refusing to open up to me. I take my time, dipping my tongue inside his mouth, letting him reach the conclusion that I won’t be hanging up my helmet anytime soon.
Harvey tried, and look what happened.
I wasn’thappy.
Seconds tick by before he starts gently sucking on my tongue.Finally.He wraps my legs around his waist, lifting us off the couch, carrying me to the bedroom, our lips locked in intermittent kisses.
In the room, when my feet touch the floor, he unbuttons my jeans, then slides the zipper down. I push them off and remove my cropped white tee, allowing him the chance to toy with my nipple ring through my black Calvin Klein sports bra.
He grabs the band of my bra and glides it over my head. I swallow when his thumb touches my pierced nipple, gazing at the lazy circles he’s drawing around it. Then he lets go, stepping back to ogle my body.
I bite on my lip when he unfastens his dress shirt. A lightly tanned and chiseled chest welcomes me. Slowly, he undoes his slacks, so I remove my underwear, leaving me fully bare.
I can hear the deep hollows of my breaths when his fingers skirt my body. I close my eyes, hoping to lose myself in this moment with him, until I feel him grabbing my breasts.
“Your tits are fuller, Gemma.”
He then slips his fingers inside my sex and pulls out, dabbing my wetness all over my tits.
“That guy from the track might jerk off to you tonight, but only I get to fuck you.” He leaves traces of my arousal underneath my jawline, and when I open my eyes, I see nothing but possessiveness gleaming in his.
“And punish you.” He smacks my pussy. I flinch—the sound loud and undeterred, echoing across the bedroom.
“Damon?”
