Page 56 of Forced Plus-Size Mate

“Say that again?”

“I deserved it.”

“One more time?”

“Amanda,” he whispers, cupping my cheek. “I deserved to be punished for what I did to you. I was a fool, a pathetic, whining little rat, and I can’t apologize enough.”

“Okay,” I say sternly. “I’m going to have to stop you right there. I can’t accept this.”

“What?” Body asks, looking truly horrified.

“You’re talking smack about my husband. I won’t have that. He fucks up, but he’s actually a really good guy, deep down.”

Body bursts out laughing, and I wrap my arms around him as we giggle together. Somewhere in the mess of tangled limbs, we find each other’s lips, and soft, light kisses slowly turn deep and passionate.

I writhe against him, pinned by the small confines of the lounger. Body’s hands roam over my body, squeezing my breasts, digging into my waist, and grabbing my hips. When his tongue searches for mine, a soft whimper escapes my throat before I lean back and completely surrender to him.

Body rolls over, pinning me down and grinding against me. I run my hands up his back and grip his hips with my thighs, tilting my head back as he kisses me even more deeply.

“We are still out on the deck, you know,” he says breathlessly.

“Yeah,” I mumble. “But it’s dark. Jenks must have turned off the backlights.”

“For us?” Body laughs.

I shrug, giggling. “Maybe? If it’s anything like his other parties, there’s a few other couples here, too, making out in the dark.”

Body takes a quick look around. “This might be the booze talking, but I can’t see a thing.”

“All I can see is you,” I murmur, pulling him back down to me and locking my arms behind his back. When our lips meet, I rock my hips against him and moan when he returns the pressure, pinning me to the chair again.

“Maybe we should, ah, find another spot. You know, if we’re going to…”

“Going to what?” I ask innocently, cocking an eyebrow.

“Well. It feels like I’m about to get lucky, and I’m not sure I should be doing it on Jenks’s deck.”

“Who says you’re getting lucky?” I tease, wriggling against him. “You’re barely at second base, pal. And for all you know, that’s all you’re going to get.”

“Oh, yeah?” he says in a fake tough-guy voice. “I’ll put you in your place, woman.”

“I’m pretty sure I like the place I’m in right now, so that’s cool. You have my permission.”

“Oh, no, you didn’t!” he laughs.

I squeeze him around the waist hard and clamp my thighs against him. “I sure did,” I murmur, opening my lips and bending towards him. His lips touch mine gently, then pull back out of reach. He dives down for another butterfly kiss, then disappears again.

“Stop it!” I protest. “Get down here and kiss me.”

“Maybe,” he considers. “Maybe not.”

I wrap myself around him, lunging for his mouth. He presses himself against my body and squeezes me, kissing me hard and deep. Pleasure runs across my skin, ringing through my bones and rushing in my blood. As Body writhes against me and his tongue caresses mine, I forget everything—the past, the conflicts. I even forget that I went away, or why I came back.

There is only this moment. This is what we should have been, without all the years of pain in between.

Suddenly, Body lifts his head, his muscles hardening as he turns his nose to the wind.

“What is it?” I whisper in alarm. I know he’s not playing now.

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