Page 88 of Heartbreaker

Already.

Christ, it’s like this woman is meant for me.

That sends a blip of emotion tearing through me—fear and panic, need andmore.

But then she surprises me, gripping my hand and tugging it out from her pants. “Get naked,” she orders breathlessly.

“I love that you’re a good girl out there”—I rip my shirt over my head—“but my bad girl in here with me.”

“Royal.”

I grin.

Her chin comes up. “Now, get naked.”

It takes seconds to oblige her and I get to enjoy the sight of her tits bouncing as she shoves down her jeans, her underwear, but when she reaches for the pair of ridiculously fuzzy socks, I stop her.

“Leave them.” I steal a kiss. “They’re fucking adorable. Just like you.”

“But they don’t exactly screambad girlnow, do they?”

“Who says?” I ask as I roll on a condom.

“Isay—ack!”

I grip her hips, drag her on top of me. “Come put those socks to good use, Shortcake.”

“How—?”

But I don’t give her a chance to overthink it. I just draw her down and flex my hips, thrusting up into her.

We both groan at the tight fit, her head falling back, my control already splintering.

“Fuck me, baby.”

She lifts her head, those gray eyes burning into mine, and our gazes lock together as she lifts up and drops down, as she grinds forward, as she takes me deep and fucks me, slow and steady at first, then rough and hard.

“Royal!” she gasps as she clamps around me, coming apart.

And that’s enough to send me over the edge.

My orgasm blasts through me as she collapses onto my chest. I grip her hips as my thrusts go wild, hold her close as my pulse settles, inhale the scent of her hair, feel the silk of her skin, the weight of her body, the hot glaze of her breath on my throat.

“Your pulse is the rhythm,” she sings softly. “Your heart the only thing that makes sense.”

“And when I hold you close,” I finish, “I know I’ll never let you go.”

“See?”Jade says a few days later, linking her hand with mine, her cheeks bright pink, albeit this time from the cold rather than me fucking her senseless.

“See what?” I ask as we stroll along the sidewalk, the small town outside of Nashville filled with small-town appeal.

The downtown has an eclectic charm, the shops lining both sides of the street as varied as their contents—crystal shops next door to cute pet stores, custom jewelry businesses next to tiny hole-in-the-wall restaurants.

“This is nice,” she says, swinging our hands back and forth. “Just doing normal things like getting fancy coffee”—she holds up her to go cup—“and window shopping.”

It is nice.

Orwasbefore I noticed the attention Jade and I are getting. The surreptitious pictures being taken of us, the eyes tracking our movements.

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