Page 67 of Deserter

He pulled me up against his chest and wrapped my hair up in his fist.

I tried for distraction. “What’s in the box?”

Jamie pulled back, fighting a smile. “I got you something.”

I wanted to stay mad at him for acting like an idiot, but his excitement was contagious, and I found myself grinning up at him.

As Molière had so eloquently put it— ‘How easy love makes fools of us.’

“Sit.” He pulled a small square suitcase from the box and placed it on the coffee table.

At my pursed lips, he opened it up to reveal a vintage record player. The vinyl casing was cracked and peeling in some areas, indicating that it had been well-loved at one point in time.

“Jamie,” I breathed. It was exactly what I would’ve picked out for myself.

“Not done, princess.” He retrieved the Fleetwood MacRumoursalbum that I’d been eyeing in the record store the day that we conceived our baby and I brought my hand up over my mouth with a soft gasp.

The tears that had begun to fall were quickly replaced with laughter when he placed George Michael’sFaithalbum down next to it.

“I know how much this album means to you,” he deadpanned.

I hopped up, ignoring another twinge of pain as I stood on tiptoe and pressed my lips to his chin. “Thank you.”

He started off sweet, pressing a kiss to the top of my head before letting his hands trail down my spine to cup my butt. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist as he lifted me, my nipples hardening as they brushed up against his chest. I leaned into his touch, moaning in both pleasure and pain.

It was too much.

It wasn’t enough.

My eyes fluttered shut when his hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back and baring my neck to his mouth. He rained kisses along my jawline and down the front of my throat before sinking his teeth into the flesh near my shoulder as he walked us back toward the couch.

I sucked in a breath and gripped his shoulders as he settled me across his lap, my body tightening and clenching from the contact.

My hips seemed to rock forward of their own volition, seeking the friction from the rough denim. The dress rode up over my hips and Jamie began undoing the buttons, but I was too far gone to care.

I needed this… and him.

“Celia.” His warm breath moved over my shoulder and down to my breasts as he tilted me back in his arms. “So fucking perfect.”

I looked down at him, feeling like I had that night Molly dragged me toLeather & Lace; intoxicated and in a fog. Jamie had managed to remove my dress and bra while I’d been shamelessly pleasuring myself using his lap.

He stared up at me, looking as impaired as I felt. Maybe we were just drunk on each other. When I made no move to respond to the compliment, he dropped his hand between us, dragging the pads of his fingers over the front of my panties.

“So wet,” he murmured before pulling them to the side. “You’re creaming all over my jeans.”

I was soaked, but instead of feeling embarrassed, I tried to see my body as he did. I shifted against him and looked down; my long hair falling over my breasts and down to a still-flat stomach. My nipples peeked out from behind the dark curtain of hair and Grey let out a low growl before brushing it back to take one in his mouth.

My mouth fell open in a startled cry at the sensitivity and my nails dug into his shoulder blades as he took my sounds as those of pleasure and sucked harder.

I jolted at the cold bite from the metal of his skull ring as it brushed against my folds and let out a soft whimper as he began to force it into my body. Before I had a chance to adjust to the sudden invasion, his other hand came down hard against my backside pushing his finger in deeper.

I jerked back in his arms and he stared through me with cold eyes. Goosebumps rose on my skin when I realized what was happening. It didn’t matter what I said; Jamie was convinced that I had done something wrong with Ryan. The record player… the albums… they were just a diversion to get me to let my guard down.

It wasn’t going to be like before.

This was punishment, plain and simple.

“I’m in charge here, princess.” He pumped his finger into me again with a growl. “Don’t try to pull one over on me. I know where you are at all times.”

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