Page 64 of Skin Deep

War pulled his hand away from mine, his cheeks turning red. “I didn’t want to assume you’d be staying,” he said, his cheeks turning adorably red. “But if you did want to, I made the guest bedroom up for the girls.”

“You want to have a sleepover?” I teased.

He scooted closer. Taking my face in his hands, he nuzzled against my chin, rubbing all those gorgeous blond curls in my face. “I missed you,” he said, softly kissing along my jaw. “I’m sorry about earlier. I wanted you to be safe.”

“I know. But you’re going to get punished for it, you know that, right?”

He nodded and let his head rest on my shoulder. “I need it, and I need you. I’ve been desperate to get back to you ever since you left. It killed me to make that phone call, Pax. It fucking killed me.”

“I know,” I repeated, brushing some of his hair back. “I could hear it in your voice. It’s how I knew you didn’t mean it. You can’t push me away, War. I’ll always come for you. Wherever you are, that’s where I’m going.”

“I want to go upstairs with you.”

War kissed my lips, and it was like I’d caught fire. Everything in me was suddenly burning to have him again. I gripped the back of his head and parted the seam of his lips with my tongue, groaning at the taste of him.

After a minute, War wriggled free and leaned back with a frown. “Is that okay? The girls…”

“I can come up with a way to keep you quiet,” I mused, running my fingers over his soft lips.

War’s frown turned into a sultry smirk. “Then I think it’s bedtime.”

I laughed, but he was right. It was getting late. “Give me twenty minutes to get them to bed and I’ll meet you upstairs.”

Istumbledbackwardthroughthe bedroom door and hit the opposite wall a little harder than I meant to. Paxton was all over me in an instant, shoving my hands over my head and smothering me with kisses. Strong fingers slid down my chest and gripped either side of the collar.

“How much was this shirt?” he asked.

I licked my lips, chasing the lingering taste of him. “Eight hundred dollars.” I’d intentionally dug out one of my most expensive shirts, a handmade Stefano Ricci I’d bought while I was in New York for a conference.

Paxton arched an eyebrow. “You’re telling me this shirt could pay half my rent?”

I nodded.

“Fuck this shirt,” he growled and tore it open, popping all the buttons off.

I bit my lip to hold back a groan, eyes rolling back. Who would’ve guessed one of my kinks would be having my obscenely expensive clothes torn right off my body? Was there even a name for that kink? I didn’t know, and I didn’t care.

Paxton spun me around, pressing me against the wall. “How much for the pants?”

I panicked a little because I hadn’t expected that. “I like these pants, Paxton!”

Never mind that they weren’t even that expensive. I’d gotten them on sale for about two hundred. Still probably more than I should spend on clothes, but what else did I have to spend my money on?

He pressed in, lips resting next to my ear. His hot breath against the shell of my ear made me shudder. “Then you’d best get them off quick so I can see your ass.”

I couldn’t get out of the rest of my clothes fast enough, quickly folding the pants and setting them on top of my dresser. When I turned back around, I found Pax eying me appreciatively.

He lifted an eyebrow and made a circular motion with his finger. “Go on. Give us a turn.”

“Really?” My face was blazing hot with embarrassment.

“Really,” he said. “I want to see what’s mine.”

My cheeks were so hot, I was surprised I wasn’t sprouting blisters, but I did as he asked, making a quick turn. He wasn’t pleased with that, though, and gestured for me to do it again. I huffed and tuned. Pax stopped me halfway through the turn and pushed my head against the wall, pressing his hard body against mine, grinding his cock against my ass through his clothes. For some reason, it was even hotter that I was naked and he was still fully clothed.

I shuddered as his big hand closed around my throat and squeezed enough to apply pressure. “You want your hands or mouth free?” he said. “’Cause you’re only getting one. The rest of you belongs to me.”

I closed my eyes and turned my face into my arm to muffle a groan as he kissed his way down my back. This was exactly what I needed, for him to take control, to use me. To make me his again so that there was no lingering doubt I belonged to him and he belonged to me.

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