Page 235 of Bona Fide

“Andy’s party?” He nods. “What were you doing there? At a bar no less and how?” His finger brushes along the cheap countertop of my island.

“Was dancing with every man there a part of your plans for the night as well?”

My whole face kinks. “I danced with one dude, and he asked me. I knew him.”

“And you were forced at gunpoint again?”

“Last time I checked, I didn’t belong to anyone.” He smirks before taking a step in my direction.

“Oh, Miss Shelton,” he conveys, amusement in his tone. “If you want to fuck someone, by all means, I can’t stop you, but I prefer you to do it when I’m not within eyeshot.”

I glance down at my dress. “Looks like we’re safe to assume that didn’t happen.”

“Didn’t happen because I made sure it didn’t.”

“What are you doing here?” He crooks his finger and gestures for me to come closer. “No, thank you. I’ve had enough whiplash from you lately. And you’re not following along with our—I’m sorry, your agreement.”

“I know.” He moves, each step in my direction a hammer to my chest. A wave of tingles and anxiety courses through my body because I can’t keep going back and forth and being dragged back into him only for him to change his mind.

He did all of this. And I’m practically begging him to love me.

To be with me.

Stopping within a meager distance of me, he allows his gaze to trail over my body. Power and dominance hovering over me like a brick wall that’s about to slam over my head.

“Looks like I’m never going to get enough of you. And...I received a phone call earlier.”

I perk a brow. “From?”

“Seems like your brother was more useful to me than I thought after all. I was informed that the two Russians that have been roaming around in places they shouldn’t be have been disposed of.” Another inch is obliterated between us. “Then I was told that I could have a whole army of men watch over you to ensure your safety against anyone else.”

“Wade…”

He shrugs. “It’d be legit, paid by the government. Then there’s B723 and your brother’s big-ass mouth that would make sure you were kept safe.”

“I don’t need a full-blown infantry surrounding me.” I cross my arms along my chest at how ridiculous he’s being.

“You’re right, getting your own Air Force might not work, but I could always hire snipers to—”

“Wade. What are you doing here, in my house, vomiting at the mouth about?”

“What kind of public servant would I be if I wasn't willing to abide by a beautiful woman's petition of wanting to be independent but also owned, by me. Especially when that woman walks around in all her fuck-me dresses while wanting to be fucked up the ass and kept within my restraint.”

“Sounds like a difficult decision.”

“Not at all problematic when I can’t breathe without her.” His hand reaches around my neck, and he pulls me to him, chest to chest, his fingers locked into my hair as he pulls on it to get me to look him in the eyes. Then he turns us to press me into the wall. “What am I going to do with you, Shelton?”

“I don’t know.”

Another lift of his lips. “I have a million things going through my head right now. Want to know them?” My head bobs eagerly, which gets his mouth to crack into a breathtaking smile. “Fucking you again in one of your dresses. Having you get on your knees right now and take my cock into your mouth. To find out if that ass can fit me again because now I’m addicted.”

My body hums in response to him filling me anywhere and to hear how aroused he gets.

“Which one do you want to start with first?” My jaw loosens in response, thoughts rambling and boomeranging in my brain.

“What does this mean?” I blurt because my heart pressures me to know.

“What do you want it to mean?”

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