Page 207 of Remy

Well, we definitely know the nosey old bat next door would be, but apart from her, the list of witnesses is unknown.

Ollie sighs, her shoulders slumping as she wrangles her belongings in her lap. “Will you call me?”

“More often than you’ll appreciate.”

She smiles, her eyes dancing with infinite beauty. “I’d like to see you try.”

God, she astounds me.

Confuses me.

Fucking destroys me.

Her gaze lowers to my mouth, that look of hers transforming to the wanton yearning she had back in the bar when I almost bartered my life for a kiss.

Then in a blink it’s gone. She snaps out of it, leaving me to be the dazed horny fuck itching to break the rules.

She climbs from the car. “I’ll speak to you later.”

I reach to unclasp my belt, already succumbing just a little. “I’ll help with your bags.”

“No, it’s okay. If you follow I’ll struggle not to break the rules, so it’s better if I go on my own.”

I clench my teeth, hating that she’s stronger than I am.

She closes the door and crosses the yard then climbs the few steps to her porch.

I scrutinize each step. The flex of her toned calves. The glide of her smooth thighs.

She drops her belongings to the floor, shoves her key into the front door to push it wide, then bends over to reclaim her bags.

The thoughts that pummel me are fucking filthy. So gloriously wicked and vile.

I can’t take it.

I cut the engine, shove from the car, and stalk toward her.

She turns to me in confusion as my steps thunder across her porch, then I’m shoving her bags inside the house and dragging her across the threshold.

“Remy?”

I kick the door shut with my foot as her hands grasp my shoulders. A few fumbled steps later I have her backed against the cushioned armrest of her sofa, thankful for all the drawn curtains that hide what I’m about to do to her.

“You better not have lied about not wearing panties.” I yank at her zipper, shove my hand beneath her shorts, then fucking groan at the skin on skin when my fingertips glide to her bare mound.

“Do I meet your expectations?” she rasps, curling her legs around me.

“You’ve always blown them out of the water.” I slam my lips against hers, my tongue seeking immediate entry.

She moans into me, arching her hips as I slide my fingers lower.

“Already wet,” I growl.

“It’s a given, especially after learning what that mouth can do.”

A throat clears across the opposite side of the room, startling the fuck out of me.

I yank Ollie off the sofa and shove her behind me, grabbing my gun from my waistband with my other hand to point toward the intruder.

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