Page 43 of Exes and Oh Hell No

“I made a damn mistake,” I say through gritted teeth.

“You were reckless,” he snaps, his voice bouncing off the shower walls.

His hand slides to my breast, squeezing it. “What would have stopped someone from groping you like I am right now?”

I gasp. “Ford.”

My nipple hardens beneath his unexpected touch.

Heat burns in his eyes. “I should fuck the hell out of you for disobeying me.”

Oh, Jesus. Why do I like the sound of that?

He releases my throat and breast, grabbing my loofah. “But I won’t. You don’t deserve it.”

My mouth drops open before the anger and humiliation take hold.

Straightening my spine, I grit out between clenched teeth, “Like I would’ve let you.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” He squirts soap onto it, then presses it against my chest. “The hunger on your face when I touched you told me everything I needed to know.”

I glare at him, gritting my teeth.

He rubs the loofah over my hard nipples, and I jerk. “You would have willingly spread your legs and taken everything I had to give.”

My palm moves to the center of his chest, trying to push him back.

But he’s like a wall of granite, not even moving when I shove him. “I would not.”

A wicked grin crosses his lips as his hand cups my pussy. “Then why are you fucking soaked.”

A fiery blush spreads over my body. “Cause I’m in the shower.”

His fingers lightly rub over my clit. “Wrong answer.”

My hands press against his chest, nails digging in like I’m pushing him away.

But my traitorous legs?

They spread wider, instinctively begging for more.

I’m supposed to resist him.

I should be fighting this.

Instead, I arch into his touch, a breathless moan spilling from my lips as his fingers work me open.

“See that?” His voice is thick with amusement, his free hand gripping my jaw and forcing me to meet his gaze. “That little bit of fight in you?Gone.”

I swallow hard, my throat and mouth dry.

His fingers curl inside me, a sharp pleasure sparking behind my eyes. “You can keep lying to yourself, sweetheart. But your body? It already fucking belongs tome.”

He’s right, but there’s no fucking way I’m admitting that tohim.

“Fucking soaked,” he whispers, his intense gaze burning into mine.

A whimper slips out before I can stop it.

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