Page 18 of Time to Bounce

I reached up and threaded my fingers into his overly long hair.

I’d never seen him look so unkempt before.

He always looked so much like a cop to me.

Close-cropped hair.

Mustache.

And absolutely never a beard.

I didn’t think I’d ever seen him with a five o’clock shadow.

I liked the new look.

Even though I could tell he hated it.

“Gable,” I whispered, pulling him closer and shifting my hips against him. “I can think of worse ways to spend my night.”

I’d wanted him since I’d seen him the first time.

The only thing that’d kept me away from him was the way he looked so standoffish anytime I went close to him. Had he given me one sign that he was interested, I might’ve pursued something with him.

I mean, he was hot.

He was also a good man.

“Fuck,” he loosed a breath that blew across my collar bone.

It made my nipples pebble.

I shivered as his hands once again went to the short dress I was wearing, and this time went up higher.

His fingers hit my boy short underwear and paused.

“I was expecting a thong,” he growled as he traced the lines of my panties from my hip to my inner ass cheek.

His fingers paused there, cupping my entire cheek, and I groaned.

His eyes flashed to mine, and the intensity in them sent my knees quaking.

I mean, logically, I knew he wanted me.

I could feel that want pressed against my right hip.

But I wasn’t sure it took much to want someone—at least sexually.

But did Gable want me? Did he want more from me than just this?

I hoped so.

I’d wanted more since I’d first seen him.

I was such a masochist.

“Are you wet for me, Athena?” he whispered against my ear.

I trembled at the sound of his voice in my ear.

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