Page 228 of Bona Fide

I can though, and it only intensifies my need for her. The deep-seated feeling to release my load inside her tight little ass.

She hurtles herself against me, making sure I don’t miss an inch of being inside her before her body locks up. Seizing her movements, Reagan lets me thrust into her as she rides out her orgasm.

Bowing her head, a violent shiver runs through her body. “God, Wade...I love when you’re still fucking me after I’ve—” My own frenzy slams into me.

I detonate to the point where I’m seeing black dots in my vision, and Reagan starts milking me again for every ounce of come that I have.

When I’m done, she slowly pulls from me before my ass hits my feet, completely spent. Turning to face me, Reagan glows in satisfaction and bliss. Her eyes look more luminescent, skin glowing from the aftermath of her own climax, and she’s the most picturesque thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

“I forgot to tell you,” she quips, taking a seat on top of the coffee table. Her toned legs spread, taunting me with the lace of her red thong covering the pussy I haven’t had yet.

“What?” She watches me with an amused look as I try to catch my breath and don’t bother to hide the fact that I’m staring at what I want to be round two of the evening.

“I’m your new event planner.”

My eyes expand before snapping up to her face. “You’re what?” Another smirk from her lips and she begins to rise, but my hand wraps around her wrist to tug her down to my level. “Reagan.”

“Yes?” She bats her eyelashes and hunches down in front of me, trying to appear as innocent as a damn saint.

“No.”

“No?” She cocks her head to the side. “You don’t want to wear me out every night and stretch—”

“I don’t want you here.” She frowns, it’s her immediate reaction before my hands cup her face. “Baby...I don’t want you in this world. In this house. It’s full of problems and corrupt men and women. It’ll suck the life out of—”

“You’re my life.” Her palms reach for each side of my face. “I don’t want to go on with it without you.”

I shake my head. “You have to. I won’t put you in danger ever again.”

“But Demi’s—Wade...I love you. There will never be anyone—”

“There will be,” I grate, my stomach twisting at the thought of someone taking her as I just did. “You don’t belong with me.” She rips herself out of my clutches.

We’ve done this song and dance before.

She won’t listen, so I’ll make her. I’ll push her until she’s so tired of my rejecting her that her pride will carry her away.

“Then you can watch me with someone else.” She ascends to stand, stubbornness and willpower written all over her beautiful features. “Because my new job...is here.”

I follow her climb, towering over her with a glower fastened to my face. “You’re fired, Shelton.”

Her eyes slim. “You wouldn’t do such a—”

“Oh, yes, I would, baby. I’d fire you in an instant before I’d let you sink into the darkness here. I love you so much that I’ll give you up because I won’t watch your light dim out. You own me, body and soul. You have my heart. But I can’t have yours.”

“You have it.” Her frown softens while her eyes glim up at me with hope shining in them. “It’s already yours. I forgive you for everything. It all doesn’t matter now.”

“It matters.” I bow my head into my chest. A wave of regret and disappointment washing over me. “Please...Reagan. Don’t do this to me. Don’t do this to yourself.”

Violet eyes contemplate my words, but as soon as I believe she’s going to listen to reason, her face hardens back into determination and unyielding of my pleas.

“Well...it looks like karma is a bitch for catfishing me, Lockwood. Because I’m not leaving until you're mine.”

“This isn’t a fucking game.” I grab on to her arms. “You don’t know how this works. You don’t know how fucked up this life is.”

“My mother was almost killed,” she snaps. “I know how dangerous this shit is.”

“And you’ll never know it again,” I seize. “I don’t want you to be with me. I don’t want to lie awake at night and wonder if today is the day I’m going to get a call telling me that you’re laid up in a hospital or dead. I’m not doing it, Reagan.”

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