Page 76 of Burn With Me

Pushing through it, I close my eyes and lean my head back as she starts to unbuckle my belt.

Cornflower blues flash through my mind, and my hands seize into fists as I will the images away.

The woman lets out a whimper as my fingers tighten in her hair, but I ignore it. She’s gotten my pants unbuttoned and is pulling my shirt up. Her lips meet the skin of my stomach, and it causes the contents to churn.

Pulling her back roughly, she cries out as I push her away. With her arms cradling her chest, she stares at me with awhat the fuck is your problemlook on her face.

I can only stare back as I process my thoughts.

What the fuck is right.

Big, round tits that I would have spent the night biting, sucking, and pinching until they were black and blue. A face that I would have blown my load on, watching with satisfaction as her mascara smeared when she tried to clean my cum from her lashes.

Hollow.

Meaningless.

Empty.

All I want isred hairandblue eyes.

Something pricks my chest.

It doesn’t fucking matter that I lost the deal. It doesn’t matter to me that I’m spending more time thinking about Ginny than I do my job. None of it fuckingmattersbecause the only thing that does isher.

Stacey once told me I’d regret my ways one day…when someone came along and turned my head for longer than a proverbial second.

That second has turned into weeks of infatuation that hasn’t waned even the slightest bit. I’m obsessed with Ginny for reasons I don’t fully comprehend. Yes, she’s the only woman ever to tell me no. But she’s also the only woman who hasn’t given two fucks about my wealth and whatever status I can give her. The only one to allow me to cook her dinner instead of expecting to be taken to a fancy restaurant. The one who–somehow–talked me into buying a mangy cat and volunteering at the clinic, doing things forothersinstead of only myself.

She’s settled herself into my life in a way no one else has even tried. Without meaning to, and without my realizing it, she’s started to melt the shell around my heart. The thoughtof being tied toherisn’t as terrifying as the thought of being held down byanyoneonce was.

It doesn’t matter that it’s fucked up my life. That was life as I knew it. This is lifenow.

She’s become my captor. Bound me in chains that I willingly bear.

Because from this moment on, no other woman will hold any appeal to me. My world has become engulfed in her flames, and it is with startling clarity that I realize I willgladlyburn for her.

The last bit of steel casing melts away with these reflections. My heart warming in my chest—beating only forher.

Ginny is the only thing I want. She’s the only thing Ineed.

And here I was—about to fuck everything up.

Reaching across the seat, I open a side compartment and pull out a basic NDA. “Hand me your purse.”

The blonde looks at me oddly while she ties her dress back around her neck. “What for?”

“Your ID. Before you get out of this car, you’ll sign this NDA. I want to make sure you sign the correct name.” Pulling a pen from the pocket inside my suit jacket, I reach out and grab the offensive pink sparkly bag as she holds it out.

“I won’t say anything. Promise,” she swears. But behind her bubblegum pink lips is a hidden smirk I’ve seen on far too many faces before hers. I learned early on that those faces were always masks that hid lies and deceit.

“Not gonna take that chance.” I write in her name from her ID and hold the paper and pen out for her. “Sign here.”

While I button my pants back up, she reluctantly does. And for being such a good sport about it, I pull a couple hundreds out of my wallet and hand them to her when I give her back her bag.

“I’m not a hooker,” she pouts, but takes them anyway.

“Coulda fooled me, sweetheart. Have a nice night.” Opening the door, I motion for her to get out.

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