Page 68 of Bona Fide

“I’m givingyou time, and you’re spending it with some asshole that tips.”

“He’s not—” Wade is on me within the next second. His hands grip my biceps, and he yanks me into his hard chest.

“You must need some reminding, baby. You told me you weren’t basic, so let me prompt you to how I’m not either.” His shoulder is in my abdomen as he tosses me over it, and begins to carry me around to the side of the house.

“Wade,” I yell-whisper. “I have neighbors.”

“Hopefully they’re older and in bed already.”

“They’re not.” He doesn’t answer, striding into the shadows of the trees from next door. My back is shoved into the white brick of my house, the sharp edges and points digging into my flesh, but he keeps his hands wrapped around my ass.

“Now,” he vouches matter-of-factly. “Who's the motherfucker in the house?”

“What are you doing here?”

“My question first.”

“You’re seriously making this into a bigger deal than it—” He presses his body into mine, digging my spine deeper into the jagged exterior of my house.

“I think having another man in your house, looking how you do right the fuck now, poses for something that should be taken very seriously.” My hands squeeze his shoulders as his head goes to the nape of my neck. “This election is driving me crazy, and there wasn’t anywhere or anyone else I wanted to go or see other than you.” His lips brush the column of my carotid artery as he inhales deeply.

“Well, you should’ve gone to see Emmy.” Wade licks my earlobe, sending a warm thrill between my legs.

I can hear his breathing, feel the hot breath leaving his nose like an animal. His hard body underneath his tailored suit impelled into mine. He looks so out of place right now in the grass, in between houses like we’re teenagers just trying to make out—he’s a fucking man of power for God’s sake.

And that’s what I like about him.

The odd and unconventional way he does things. How he’s not afraid to show me how he feels—which is agitated, but it’s still hot.

Wade places me down on my feet, letting me gain some space from the ridged house and hunches down, taking my shorts and panties with him. His hand lands behind my upper thigh, lifting it to place on his shoulder, and he goes right to my clit.

No teasing.

No hesitation.

His tongue licks while his lips clasp around it, followed by a humming sound of approval.

Yes, I’m already wet for this man, I’m not ashamed to be because, fuck me, he’s one of the most exhilarating and aggravating men I’ve ever met in my life.

“Wade,” I breathe. “Andy is just—” His hand that still holds onto my thigh, squeezes.

“So the motherfucker has a name,” he growls followed by another long, slow lick up my slit.

“Geezus,” I gasp, my knees starting to give out a little. “He’s my best—”

“Woman, I swear to fucking God, if you say something stupid right now, I will fuck you so hard against this brick wall that it’ll leave that pretty face looking like you got into a fight with it.”

“I’m not,” I snap. “Fuck, will you just let me finish my goddamn sentence?”

“There’s only one thing I want to hear leaving your lips, baby, and it sure as hell isn’t some other fucker’s name. Say the magical words and we’ll be done.”

“Done with what?” I seethe. “I didn’t do anything wrong and you man-handling me isn’t going to work.”

“That’s why I’m going to eat this pussy until you’re so fucking tired of coming that it’ll just slip from your lips.”

“What do you want now?” Another stroke of his tongue and he’s peering up at me, lips wet from eating me out like he was starving.

He licks them, keeping his eyes connected with mine, then says, “I want you to tell me that I’m not imagining this.” My brows immediately snap together.

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