Page 97 of Charity's Redemption

I slipped my hand down his rough abs, meeting his jutting length against my palm, and cupped him.

He tipped his head back as a soft moan fell from his lips. His hand gripped mine, showing me how he wanted me to stroke him. His hardness filled my hand as I circled the tip with my palm, then moved back down, making him jerk with the sensation. I touched him, driving him to a height of madness he brought me to at the golf course until he could no longer stand the torture. He turned on me and pinned me to the wall.

“Not so tired anymore?”

Max pressed his lips to my cheek, then nibbled on my earlobe, sending shivers racing down my body.

“Maybe.” I glanced up at him through my lashes, then wrapped my hand around him again and continued where I left off.

He cupped my face with both hands and thrust into my hand as his lips came down on mine. His tongue probed my lips, licking the seam until I opened, allowing him entrance.

He drove me crazy when the goal was to make him lose himself, forget where he was, and give everything to me.

Max broke away with a groan, then slapped his hand against the wall beside my head to steady himself. His body tightened, making the muscles in his abs ripple with defined detail.

That’s when I pulled away, ripping his bliss away from him with poetic justice, then turned on my heel and stepped out of the shower.

“What the…”

The sound of his fist hitting the wall overpowered the water falling on the tile.

“What the fuck, Charity?”

I walked out of the bathroom, swaying my hips to the beat of my own tune. “Two can play this game, big guy.”

I’d had every intention of taking a shower and letting him ravish me five ways till Sunday, but as his lips touched mine, sparking that desire, my diabolical scheme manifested into something glorious.

He’d teased me, leaving me aching for his touch all day, and for no apparent reason.

Revenge never tasted so sweet.

I toweled off what little water splashed on me, then put on a fresh pair of panties and climbed into bed. I had to wash the sheets tomorrow, anyway. Besides, going to sleep with a little dust in my hair was well worth the payback.

After laying in bed, watching the shadows dance across my ceiling, Max stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his hips. He kept his face tilted down towards the glowing phone in his hands.

“Did you set the alarm?”

“The useless one that anyone can get by apparently? No, I didn’t.”

He wasn’t mad?

I expected him to be mad.

He’d walked out casually as though I didn’t just leave him hanging figuratively and literally.

“It’s better than nothing.”

“I disagree, but if it makes you feel better, I’ll sleep with another gun under my pillow. How’s that?”

“Don’t be a smart ass.”

“But I thought you loved my smart… ass,” I said, emphasizing the word smart and drawing out ass like the snake from the Jungle Book.

He put his phone down and crawled onto the bed from the end, stalking me as he moved upward. “I do love your ass.”

Max settled on top of me, the covers blocking our skin from touching. But that didn’t hinder the feeling of his erection pressing against my stomach.

“I think you brought your own gun to the party.”

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