Page 33 of Tormented By Regret

“I want your glow back, my pretty lunatic. How do I bring it back?”

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” she whispered, hiding her face in my hand.

“You’re hiding something from me, I can tell.”

“Maybe it’s the fact that I don’t like you,” she teased.

“Liar,” I murmured against her neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses on her soft skin, feeling her shudder beneath my touch.

“I’m not hiding anything, Lee,” she sighed.

“But you do like me,” I kissed her softly, allowing my lips to linger. “Don't you, my pretty lunatic?”

“Stop calling me that,” she whispered, her head falling back into my hand as I continued to nip and lick at her collarbone, my tongue lazily roving over the soft mounds of the tops of her round tits.

“I'll never stop calling you that,” I growled, taking her mouth in a dirty, wet kiss that left us both breathless.

When I was done teasing and getting my fill of her, I released her. My cock rock hard as I pulled myself away.

“Get dressed. Food will be here soon.”

I turned and slammed the door behind me. In the distance I heard her curse at me and all I could do was chuckle, because I knew I'd left her just as hot as she'd left me.

A few minutes later there was a knock at the door, and I reached for the gun that was hidden beneath my vest.

“Yeah,” I called out, checking through the peephole to see who it was.

“Your order!”

“Just leave it by the door,” I ordered.

The guy looked confused, but then shrugged and I saw him disappear for a second as he set the bag down, then he walked away. I waited for another minute or so, and finally opened the door. The smell of Chinese wafted up to my nostrils and right into my belly, making it growl in hunger. I checked the hall for any sight of the guy, but he was long gone. Grabbing the bag, I made sure to secure the door before taking it to the kitchen. Within seconds, Whisper was behind me, looking over my shoulder.

“Whatcha’ get?”

“Everything,” I murmured, taking the array of noodles, chicken, lo mein, dumplings and egg rolls out of the bag.

I watched as a hand snuck around me to steal a dumpling that was promptly stuffed into her mouth. “Oh my God, it's so good.”

I chuckled, grabbing a bite of an egg roll. Two cans of coke rolled out and the girl squealed, kissing me on the cheek.

“Thank you, thank you.” I shook my head as she opened up one can and nearly guzzled the entire drink.

“I am not sharing mine, so slow down.” I slid my can away from her grasp.

She eyed me and reached out to stuff a piece of sweet and sour chicken into her mouth. A bit of the sweet sauce traced the corner of her lip, and I couldn't help myself. I quickly leaned in and licked it off.

Her eyes widened and she simply stared at me as I backed away, smiling quietly to myself.

“So does my dad know we're headed back to New Orleans?”

“They all know, Princess.”

“Is it because of what happened?”

“That's club business…”

“No, it's not,” she interrupted. “That's your business.”

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