Page 58 of Bona Fide

“Yeah.”

“And you didn’t...divorce her because she’d ruin your chances of becoming what you always wanted to be.”

I release a heavy breath off a nod.

My hands roam freely down her body, hitting her hip bone and yanking down her shorts. When my lips are within her reach, she presses hers into mine. It doesn’t take long for us to find our rhythm again, with our kissing or anything else.

This might sound horrible, but I want to trap her like I did in the contract. I need more time. I crave a life with her and in an unhealthy way.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I mutter against her lips. “I’m done with this teasing bullshit.”

She doesn’t counter my statement, and I move off her frame to slip the rest of the clothing off her toned legs.

Positioning myself between them, she peers up at me, and I can’t read her, don’t know what she wants, so I flatten my mouth against her jawline.

“Talk to me…please.”

“Fuck me,” she whispers in my ear.

Her sentiment corkscrews my heart as I arrange myself above her.

Slowly, I push inside her body as her legs wrap around my hips, keeping me close, which only fuels my fervor for this woman.

She wants me.

I want her.

Shit happened and I’m going to make this right. Whatever she needs is hers, I’d move heaven and Earth for her if she so wished it.

Reagan arches her back, taking me deeper as she lets out a satisfied sigh. It gives me the perfect angle to lapse one of her nipples.

Love, such a complicated yet simple feeling. You either know or you don’t, feel it or ignore it. Accept it or demolish it.

I’ve accepted it.

“God, you feel so good,” she moans, looking me dead in the eyes with her hues of purple. “I definitely would’ve stayed for the dick.”

I smile, but I know it doesn’t reach my eyes.

Demi never wanted me, I don’t think there was ever a moment that she actually loved me either. It was all about the money, future power, and the black cloud she wanted to hang over myself and my family.

“Anything else you would’ve stayed for?” I press. “Maybe my good looks?”

“I could’ve used a paper bag,” she counters then gasps when I heave my cock deeper inside her.

“Yeah?”

“Untie my hands.”

I press my lips into the corner of her lips again. “I like you like this. The bullheaded woman within my grasps.” I reach down to brush her clit. “To touch wherever I want.”

“You just want to tease me.”

“I want you to remember.”

“Depends how hard you fuck me.”

I circle the nerve endings that make her go wild as I continue to push myself in and out of her at a leisurely pace.

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