Page 47 of Beyond the Hate

“I wasn’t joking.”

“Nope.” I kiss her nose.

She squirms and I grasp her hips. “Don’t move.”

“I want to get up.”

“My cock doesn’t understand the difference.”

She freezes. “Your cock?”

I capture her hand and lay it on my hard length. Her eyes flare. “You’re still excited?”

“Lace, you’re sitting on my lap. Naturally, I’m excited.”

“But we were having a serious conversation.”

“The only words my cock understands are yes, harder, and don’t stop.”

She licks her lips as she stares at my crotch. “Interesting. I wonder if there are other words it understands. Maybe keep going, just like that.”

I groan. “You’re not helping things.”

“Your cock twitched. I think I’m helping.”

“I’m trying to be a gentleman here.”

Her nose wrinkles. “Why? You were ready to ravage me before when I thought you hated me.”

“I never hated you.”

“Yes. I realize this now. Which is why I’m interested in your cock.”

“You have to stop saying cock. He’ll never calm down if you don’t.”

“Who said I want it to calm down?”

“Lace,” I growl. “Stop teasing me.”

She bats her eyelashes. “Or what?”

“You’re going to get fucked right here on this sofa.”

“Promises. Pro—”

I don’t let her finish. I smash my lips to hers while wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her near. I moan when her core lands on top of my hard length. My cock weeps in happiness.

I wrench my lips from hers and smatter kisses along her jaw until I reach her ear. “If you don’t want this, tell me.”

She grinds herself on my hardness. “I want this.”

I bite her earlobe in punishment. “You’re a little tease.”

“It’s not teasing if I put out.”

My cock twitches again. It doesn’t understand why I keep talking. Why I haven’t buried myself in Paisley’s wet heat yet. I don’t have an answer since I can’t remember why we aren’t naked and fucking either.

I squeeze Paisley’s hips. “Remove your pants.”

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