Page 60 of Endgame

“Now, you know I can’t do that. Not until you’re mine in every way it counts. But take your time, I’ll still be here.”

Why does he have to be so perfect and put together? I want him to be ravenous for me. Right this second. Like he can’t breathe without his lips and body on mine.

My mind is not my own tonight. That dildo really did a number on my self-discipline. I’m undoubtedly here to win.

“Don’t you ever want to just say fuck the rules and do what feels good for once? We can ask for forgiveness later.” The wink I send him only leads him to growl even louder. He’s wrestling with his control.

I’m a certified hussy. My mind has been taken over by my needy vagina. Send help—or not.

“I thought you said this thing with us wasn’t happening, Dakota? It’s evident you regretted throwing yourself at me at the club. What gives?”

Such a strange place to have a conversation like this—in the middle of the women's bathroom at Joe’s.

“Maybe I’m tired of fighting it. I know we shouldn’t, but I can’t help feeling like I need to be close to you. And I hate myself for that.”

He’s examining my body language. Maybe he thinks I’mgiving mixed signals, but he is too. He’s the one who scooped me up like a caveman and locked me in this bathroom with him. He practically set me up for failure.

We’re both at fault here.

He’s infuriating, but I need him closer.

His large hands grip the countertops surrounding me. He leans into my space, sending vibrations to my core.

“You captivate me.” I’m a dead woman against this man.

My eyes haze over as I find his stare, biting my lip slightly to contain the urge. “That’s what scares me.”

A touch so gentle sparks chills up my leg. My eyes follow the motion of his long finger ghosting the inside of my knee, and slowly dragging it upward with a feather-like touch, leading to the place that meets my core, then pulling away.

I’m throbbing. I can’t help the desperate moan that escapes me.

“I can’t wait to give you the world, sweetheart.” His touch is back.

My legs feel like they’re going to fall apart on their own. He feels so good. “Let my lips plant soft kisses right here…until I reach the spot I know you’re aching for me.” I’m silent, lost in the feel of him.

He’s barely touching me, yet it feels like the equivalent of going all the way. His words slowly etch themselves into my heart, giving me a permanent tattoo of his pursuit.

Even turned on, he’s speaking love and kindness into me.

His black eyes scan my body longingly as he continues the trail of his touch, this time running it across the sliver of skin my shirt is unable to conceal.

If he's hungry, then I’m famished.

The itch to give in is too strong.

“Callaway.” The thrill is too much to bear—my body isdesperate for release, but my heart is grappling to hold onto him even more.

“You’re so talented. The sexiness of you at work drives me mad with the need to claim you. I’m always longing for you.”

I am too.He’s clearly lost in his praise of me.

“If I could have you, I’d run my tongue lightly against the softness of your skin, before slipping off your skirt and panties, and letting my tongue taste you for the first time. I bet I’d find you already drenched for me, isn’t that right, angel?”

My nodding satisfies him—his smile is addicting, just like his dirty mouth.

His light touch makes its way up my neck before descending again to run lightly along the edge of my breast. “Hearing your voice every day is the thing I look forward to the most.” He circles back around, both hands caressing the edges again. I never knew this could feel so euphoric.

“And this right here,” his finger glides along the swell of my cleavage, lining the shape of my full breasts, “is where I’m going to mark you with my cum.”

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