Page 194 of Catfish

Known it for a long time, but the more days that pass and the more time we spend together, it's more than apparent that feelings are brewing between us. Whether those be strictly lust related or something more, I'm still trying to decipher them, but we have time. I still have months with him under the contract that I signed, and it'll allow what lies between us to sort itself out.

But right now, it’s nothing.

He doesn’t allow me any room between himself and the wall. A willing prisoner who is being ravished and savored by a powerful man that I can’t wait to make get on his knees. The things I have planned in my mind for him, it makes me smirk into his lips.

“You think you’re cute, Shelton?” he whispers along the seam of my mouth.

“Sometimes.”

“Good—” he kisses the corner of my lips. “—let me thank you properly then. Take my cock out.”

With eager fingers, I unbutton his pants, immediately finding the thick bulge that I want to tease because Wade hasn't let off the torture of his tongue that's back in my mouth. The fingers that strum me to play into what makes him up.

I can feel the pools of wetness all over his fingers. The increases in his breathing as his chest brushes the fabric against my nipples.

Stroking his length, he lets out a feral groan, and I want him now.

Right now.

Breaking from his kiss, I twirl on my heels, giving him a view of my ass as I keep the gathered fabric he’s collected in my right hand. His hand kneads my cheeks then I feel a small bite to one. A faint “ouch” leaves my lips as he spreads my ass, licking between my folds and right to the hole that his thumb is currently resting against.

“I’ve wanted this ass forever,” he rumbles with another squeeze. “But not tonight.”

I can’t help but feel disappointed. Him taking every hole and inch of me sounds more delicious since he put that idea in my head.

A moment later, I’m spun around, lifted in the air while my legs wrap around him.

"This is the awkward moment where I don't have a condom, and I'm going to die."

I clutch his shoulders. “I’m clean. I know you are.”

His brows furrow. “How?”

“Because everyone is scared of you.”

“Nice.”

“Hopefully not,” I reply with a smirk.

“You’re sure?”

“Fuck. Me. Governor.”

He's inside me without another breath being taken, and I feel more like myself.

Like everything in my life that led me here happened for this reason alone. To feel protected and safe by someone that wasn't my brother. I've been taking care of myself for a long time, made some mistakes with Jed and Grant, but then I found Wade Lockwood.

Stone-cold and broody, I've melted him just as he's bulldozed the walls I've built around myself because I was tired of being let down by the world and everyone that was in my life. Each other's chaos resulted in us being here.

“Fuck, Reagan,” Wade breathes. “You’re perfect.”

“You’re perfect.”

He smiles, pressing his forehead to mine. “Far from. You’re the only thing in my life that I don’t want to be blemished.”

My hands cup his cheeks as he continues to thrust into me, eliciting a moan from my lips.

Wanting to protect each other, sounds like more than lust and wanting to fuck to me. And surprisingly, I'm okay with being protected without doing it on my own.

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