Page 98 of Bump and Run

“Forget about him. Just for a minute. Forget about your dad and his rules and just think about this.” He pulls my chair closer to him. “Look at me and tell me that you don’t want this as much as I do.”

“Junior, come on. Don’t…”

“You do.” He stares me down. “I can tell.”

I sigh a soft laugh. “You can tell?”

He smiles. “Yeah. I’ve always been able to tell, Ellie. Just by looking at you.”

“What do you see now?”

“I can see you’re scared,” he says. “I know because so am I. I’m terrified of getting hurt — or hurting you. I’m scared that just by admitting this to you that I’ve completely destroyed any chance of you ever talking to me again but I decided the possible reward was worth the risk.” He lays his hands on mine again. “I want you, Eliza Pierce. If that means breaking all the rules, then I’m in. If that risk is too great for you, then I understand, but I won’t give up. I’ll wait for you. I’ll be here when you’re ready. I don’t care how long it takes.”

Holy shit.

My lungs jerk in my chest, reminding me to breathe. I fill them to the top and stare at Junior’s expectant eyes.

This is crazy but he’s right. Everything we’ve ever said we can’t do, we’ve done since the very beginning — no matter the consequences. Every time I was sure he’d give up and forget about me, he came back to prove me wrong. I gave him the right incentive to succeed. Now, he’s giving the same to me.

It won’t be easy. It might even feel impossible at times but being with Junior Morgan is worth more risk than—

“Ellie—?”

“Can you just kiss me already?”

He pulls me onto his lap. I straddle him and he wraps his big arms around me, holding me against him as we kiss.

It’s soft and true, different than any other kiss we’ve had before. Happy quivers shake my body as I settle even closer to him and I can’t stop the laughter from invading my gut.

He cups my face to kiss me again and I sense the desire on his lips. My hands roam his body, reaching down to grip his sweater and pull it over his head. Doing so messes up his hair and I grin at the familiar, disheveled look before tugging at his belt.

His hands push beneath my skirt and he grips my ass, squeezing tight as passion fills him. I taste his tongue on mine and I nearly moan just thinking about what he can do with it.

“Ellie…” he whispers. “Are you sure?”

I pause, trembling softly against his body.

Am I sure? Am I sure how he makes me feel every day? Am I sure I want to spend the night with him over and over again until I die? Am I sure I want to listen to him talk dirty to me every night for the rest of our lives?

I answer him with a kiss and he reaches for a condom.

Junior rolls it on and I wrap my legs around his waist as he slides inside of me. I hold onto him, throwing my arms around his neck as I bounce softly on him, grinding his cock deep into me until I start moaning his name.

“Junior…”

He holds me tighter, clinging to me with bucking hips. I throw my head back and his lips find my neck, sucking and tasting me as he groans for more.

“I’m going to make you come like this every night,” he grunts in my ear. I bite my lip, shaking hard as his cock tears me apart inside. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” I moan.

“You want to give me this body?”

“Yes.”

Junior lifts me up and lays me down on the bed. “Strip,” he says. “I want to see every inch of you.”

I unbutton my blouse and toss it at him. He catches it with a wide grin on his face and lets it fall to the floor, along with his pants and my skirt. I stare hungrily at his stiff cock and he shakes his head at me.

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