Page 65 of Beyond the Hate

“I won’t.”

I study her. Is she lying? Will she run away tomorrow? With heat pumping through my veins and my cock pulsing to its own beat, I find it difficult to care.

“Fuck it,” I murmur before I shackle her wrist and drag her to the sofa. I maneuver her so she’s facing it while I’m at her back. I massage those ass cheeks I’m slowly becoming obsessed with before leaning close to whisper in her ear, “Bend over.”

She doesn’t hesitate to follow my orders. I gather the silky material of her dress and lift it higher and higher until her bare ass is unveiled. I groan. I’m glad I didn’t know she wasn’t wearing panties all night. I wouldn’t have been able to resist dragging her to the nearest corner and sinking into her.

I place a hand on her lower back. “Bend over for me.”

“Widen your legs,” I demand once she’s bent over the sofa. She spreads her legs and I wish I could take a picture of her this way.

She glances over her shoulder at me and lifts her eyebrow. “I can’t orgasm from you staring at me.”

I dig my wallet out of my pocket and pull out a condom. I unzip my pants and let them fall to the floor with my underwear. Once I’ve donned the condom, I notch my cock at her entrance.

“This isn’t going to be slow. It’s going to be fast and hard.”

“Promises. Pro—”

Her taunt is cut off with a moanas I sink into her.

This is where I belong. This is where I’ll always belong. Paisley is mine. I’m falling for this stubborn woman who challenges me at every turn.

My throat closes as fear slithers through me. I can’t fall in love with Paisley. I can’t fall in love with any woman. Not when I can’t trust a woman to stay.

Paisley’s walls convulse around my cock and I push thoughts of love out of my mind to concentrate on the task at hand. Making Paisley come as many times as possible.

The fear can wait.

Chapter 20

“I can ignore a dare. I can. I just prefer not to.” ~ Paisley

Paisley

I wake to the feel of Eli gliding the tip of his finger up my back. My naked back. I bite back a groan. I shouldn’t have given in to the temptation of Eli. Again.

But after an evening of being jetted off to a fundraiser, watching him growl at anyone who came too near, and enjoying being in his company, I couldn’t resist him anymore.

He squeezes my hip and kisses my shoulder. “What are you thinking about so hard this morning?”

“How to extricate myself from this situation without you making a fuss.”

He bursts into laughter. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me near as his body trembles with his mirth. It feels entirely too good to be all wrapped up in him.

“I really should leave.”

He rolls me until he’s looming over me. “Stay for breakfast.”

“I’m not much of a breakfast person.”

“I have coffee.” When I don’t give in to the temptation of coffee, he pushes. “I’ll give you a tour of my house.”

“House or mansion?”

“Home.” He kisses my nose before jumping out of bed. “Come on. You’ll have the exclusive scoop since I never invite people, who aren’t my family, to my house.”

“Never?”

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