Page 68 of Promise Kept

Larissa just casually opens the door…

“You can’t give someone a minute?”

I open my mouth and pause.

I see the water dripping from her hair.

Then I see her bare shoulder.

Then I see the towel…

My hands ball up tight.

“No patience? Fine. Come right in.”

Larissa opens the apartment door all the way, showing off her body wrapped in a purple towel.

My eyes dart for the line between her tits.

I have to forcefully lift my gaze but it’s too late. I’ve taken her all in already.

“Do you want to go get dressed?” I ask.

“Maybe you can tell me what you need.”

“Meeting today.”

“Oh. Yeah. Sorry.”

She shrugs and turns away from me.

I see myself grabbing a handful of her wet hair and pulling her back toward me.

Smelling her hair. Then her neck.

Then growling at her and telling her to never fucking walk away from me again.

I grab for her arm instead.

“This isn’t a fucking joke, brat,” I say.

Larissa looks back at me. “I said sorry.”

“You didn’t fucking mean it.”

“What do you want me to say, Ellis? Want me to get on my knees?”

“Don’t you fucking dare…”

“What? Get on my knees? How can I make this up to you? Should I drop my towel?”

“Someone is in a mood today,” I say. “Still thinking about yesterday? Can’t take the heat of it all?”

“I handled myself just fine when I got home.”

Oh, you fucking brat. You’re teasing me. You’re flirting with me. You want me to think about your fingers plunging deep into your soaked cunt…

“What about you?” Larissa asks.

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