Page 63 of Honey Bee Hearts

“But is this, you and me, some sort of sick game? Do the four of you have a bet or something between you?” I push.

His brows shoot up. “A bet? Should we have one? I suppose it’s not too late to make one if you like the idea.”

“I don’t,” I grunt. “That’s why I’m asking.”

He frowns. “Are you asking if I’m genuinely interested in fucking you, Fable? Is that what this is?”

“Well. . . yeah,” I answer. “I’m not exactly. . . I’m not. . .” I sigh and gesture to my leg. “I’m sure there are other more interesting girls you can seduce.”

His face twists into a scowl. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

“By definition, there is,” I point out. “Look. I’m under no illusions. I’m a confident woman, but. . . I no longer come scot-free. I come with baggage.”

“So? I’m strong. I can carry as many bags as you bring,” he growls. “Besides, it’s just sex. What does baggage have to do with anything? Can’t a man just wanna rock your world without there being a pop quiz about it?”

I furrow my brows. “It doesn’t make sense.”

“Life don’t make sense,” he says. “Now, if you want to make sense of something, you can come straddle my lap and kiss me. I can promise you real quick that things will make sense then.”

My breath rushes between my teeth. “You’re incredibly frustrating, Rhett Thomas.”

“I’m frustrated alright,” he grumbles, reaching up to the zipper of his bee suit and pulling it down. He reveals his bare chest underneath and jeans around his hips as he pushes it down. “Wanting to fuck you has been a study in hiding erections.”

As if he wills it, my eyes drop, and I see his hardness pressing against his jeans. “Oh,” I say, my eyes popping wide.

“Oh,” he mocks and stares at me. His eyes drop to my lips. We’re sitting close enough right now that our shoulders are touching. When his gaze lingers on my lips, I shift, my chest growing tight.

“Rhett?” I whisper.

His eyes jerk up to mine, his face pinched with his frustration. His lip curls up. “Fuck it.”

His hand is in my hair so fast, I let out a little squeak as he jerks me against him and slams his lips to mine. His kiss holds every ounce of frustration, every inch of desperation as he pushes past my lips and tastes me. His other hand grabs my hip hard and jerks me onto his lap until I straddle his waist. He growls against my lips as I grind down on his hardness. I gasp at the feeling of it.

“Why are you so addicting?” he snarls as he pulls back. His hand in my hair wrenches my head back, exposing my throat. He presses his lips there, dragging his teeth along my skin until I’m gasping in pleasure. “Why can I not stop thinking about you?”

I don’t answer. Even if I could, I wouldn’t have an answer for him.

“Tell me to stop,” he snarls against my skin. “If you want me to stop, tell me right now, Fable.”

“I. . .” I gasp when his teeth clamp down on my shoulder as he pushes at my bee suit. “No,” I rasp.

He pauses and glances up. “No, you won’t tell me to stop, or no, you want to stop?”

“I won’t tell you to stop,” I say, my body vibrating with arousal.

His eyes trace my face, studying my expression, before he bares his teeth at me in a smile that feels more predatory than anything else I’ve ever seen this man do. He reaches up between us and grabs the zipper.

“One fuck,” he says. “I’ll get you out of my system. You can go on with your life. Deal?”

I nod, because honestly, I was ready to agree to pretend this never happened. One fuck is exactly what this has to be because while I have my baggage, Rhett is carrying his own, and I’m not even sure if he knows how much he carries. It would be a very bad idea to fall for Rhett Thomas. I’d end up breaking my own heart. But one time sex? That I can do.

“Deal,” I rasp, and he jerks the zipper down on my suit, revealing my t-shirt and yoga pants I’d been wearing underneath. He shoves it off my shoulders and immediately jerks up my shirt and bra, shoving them up to my neck to reveal my breasts.

“Fuck,” he rasps, filling his hands with them. “I just knew you’d have perfect tits.”

He leans down and pulls one of my nipples into his mouth and I arch my back, panting at the feeling of him spreading his rough hands along my hips as he grinds me harder against him. His hand pushes into my yoga pants and grabs a fistful of my ass to help me rock. I swear he gets harder against me.

“I need to feel this sweet pussy around my cock,” he growls against my breast. “I bet you feel fucking phenomenal.”

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