Page 54 of Bona Fide

“I didn’t say that,” I practically growl, lowering my chin to look at him.

“Then which of you is speaking to me? Your head or your heart?”

My nostrils flare at his pressing me because he’s somewhat forcing me to admit it to the both of us.

I’ll never be ready for that. Especially now.

“What do you want from me?” I chide. “Nothing has changed.”

“Everything changed. For me, for you, I may have not been with someone in years, Shelton, but you’re not that good of a faker.”

“How much of a goodbye did you want?” I blurt. “What will it take for you to leave me alone?”

His eyes drop to my lips. “Whatever you’re willing to give. Anything.”

I don’t think, I just do.

Letting myself get lost in what we can have right now because I’m going to watch myself closer. I’m going to start building my defenses up stronger than before.

I’m going to break this off.

But here we are, in a room together, in his place, and we may never get the opportunity again.

Actually, I won’t let us have this chance again.

Facts, facts, facts.

I’ll remember those later because the painstaking reality that is now is my pulling him by his silk shirt to join me on this massive couch thing.

Wade begins loosening his tie, unraveling it from around his collar. Leaning over to hover above me, his legs on either side of my body as he presses a soft kiss to my mouth. His fingertips slide down the inside of one of my arms to my wrist.

Rearranging my arm to extend over my head, he does the same to the other one, using his tie to bind them together.

“What are you doing?” I half-ask, the other half not giving a shit as he finishes off his job.

“Keeping you hostage.” He says it so seriously that I snort with a chuckle as he begins at his belt.

I nod, keeping my arms above my head like a good little girl—for now—as he loses his suit jacket.

Sliding off the cushy furniture, he removes his pants, keeping his boxers on as he repositions himself back to his previous spot.

“You’re still dressed,” I chide.

“If you want it—” His blue eyes gloss in challenge. “—you have to take it out.”

I bite the inside of my lip, my civil war back in full action again. Movement from his hand seizes my attention as he readjusts his hard cock, predominantly outlined by his gray boxer briefs.

My mouth practically waters at the sketch of his length, and my bound hands immediately go to it.

I’m a damn human, after all.

Rubbing up and down the extent of his cock, Wade kneels over me, watching me intently as I work and explore him.

He’s not going to last long if I know anything about the man.

And from past experience, I know a lot.

Faint grazes with my fingertips get his dick to twitch in my direction as I peer up at him—innocent as an angel, of course.

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