Page 142 of Exposed

I rip her tee over her head. Her tits are front and center, close enough for me to taste.

I don’t waste any time and pull one pink, perfect nipple between my lips and suck.

She moans.

I let it go with a pop and cup her tits in my hands, circling them with the pads of my thumb. “No documents. But you do have to sign with a promise.”

“What?”

“You’ll never run away from me again.”

She pulls her lip between her teeth. “I said I was sorry.”

I pinch her nipples and give them a roll. “Promise me.”

A smile hits her lips and she presses into my hands. “A deal insinuates give and take. What’s my deal?”

I press my lips to her collarbone. “I’ll ravage you whenever you want.”

Her eyes flare.

“I’ll also protect you to the ends of the earth. And if anyone lays a finger on you, I’ll lay waste to them.”

“King,” she whispers.

“And I’ll eat cauliflower steaks for you.”

She bites back a smile.

“And marinara with fucking olives in it.”

“Those were capers, not olives.”

“Then add that shit to the list. I’ll eat capers for you too.”

“You do love me,” she whispers.

“I do. Do we have a deal?”

Her shoulder and head tip together. “I feel like I’m getting the better end of the deal. All I have to do is stay. You have all those other promises to live up to.”

I hike a brow. “You have to stay forever. That’s the biggest promise ever. And don’t be greedy. The ravaging isn’t just for you.”

She wraps her arms around me, and I do the same. “Why the change from where you were before I left Miami?”

I press my lips to hers for a slow kiss before saying, “Because I trust you. Hell, you walked into The Pink for me. Once I got over the shock of learning what happened to you and being pissed you ran away, I had an entire day to let that shit sink in. And since nothing like that will ever happen again because I’ll be by your side, I know you’ll be fine.”

She rocks back and forth on my cock and pulls me in tight to kiss me this time.

“That’s all I wanted,” she breathes against my lips.

“As much as I love you riding me, I’m not close enough to you, baby.” I surge to my feet with her in my arms. I turn, her back is to the bed, and her shorts and panties hit the old wood floors.

It doesn’t take long for my clothes to join hers. I reach for the bag I brought up hours before she caught up with me on her long journey and dig through for the condoms I packed, hedging my bets on making her mine.

I wasn’t kidding. It was a long fucking day without her.

Convincing her to be right here wasn’t a choice. I would have died before accepting any other outcome than this. As long as we’re right here, we can figure out the rest when we get home.

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