Page 167 of Only With You

Reid also said I have PTSD and complex PTSD, and wants to refer me to a specialist who specialises in that and my triggers. That wasn’t the only thing he said I have going on, and that’s another reason why I can’t be with her.

I’m a walking definition of issues and shit.

“I don’t, but I wanted to.” I clear my throat, my voice thick with heavy and complicated emotions. “Let me teach you.”

“You really are a Disney princess,” she playfully teases. “I should switch your name on my phone to Princess.”

I cock a brow. “What do you have me as?”

Julianna’s eyes go round and she lowers her head. “Uh.” She chuckles awkwardly. “Spawn of Satan.”

I smack her arse again. “Now, I’m going to change yours.”

“What do you have me as?”

“Not going to tell you.”

She glares at me, grabs my chain, and pulls it back to choke me. “Tell me.”

“Stop it,” I grit because this is surprisingly turning me on.

She tugs harder. “Not until you tell me.”

“Angel.” I grab her hand to stop her, but I’m already semi-hard, and I know she feels it because she jolts. “I have you as Angel. Are you pleased with yourself now?”

Her expression warms. “You have me as Angel?”

“Yeah, but I’m going to change it toPain in My Arse.” I groan, pausing as my dick twitches. “Jesus Christ, Julianna.”

She looks at me innocently. “I didn’t do anything. Just light choking. I didn’t know it’d turn you on.”

“Well, neither did I,” I gruffly say, dragging my fingers through my hair.

“Wait, so you’re telling me I’m your first?” She smiles and looks a little too proud.

“Yes, now get off, because I’m going to teach you how to dance.”

She rolls her hips slowly in a way that drives me crazy. “But don’t you want to?—”

“It’ll happen,” I cut her off, gripping her hips firmly. “Don’t think I forgot you wore someone else’s number. You’ll pay for that.”

The desire in her eyes matches the tone in my voice, but before I act upon my impulses, I lift her off of me.

I adjust myself as I stand and go to her record player. I look through the vinyls before I settle on The Righteous Brothers.

“Unchained Melody” starts playing, and when I turn, a beautiful smile grows on her face.

“I didn’t know you had a thing for The Righteous Brothers.”

“I have a thing for whatever you do.” I reach for her, and with my leg, I push the coffee table against the couch.

We stand in the middle of the living room. Hand in hand, her other free hand on my shoulder, and mine at the small of her back, I bring her close until she’s flush against my body.

“Just follow my lead, okay?”

“Okay,” she replies, looking down at our feet.

“Look at me.”

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