Page 84 of Never Kiss and Tell

“Are you still sore?” I ask, barely holding onto my self-control.

She shakes her head, trying to catch her breath.

“Good.” I roll her until she’s on top of me and lock my arms around her waist, fucking up into her with renewed vigor. Her nails bite into my flesh, her moans growing louder. I grip her ass in my hand, moving her over my cock until she’s coming again.

“That’s it,” I growl, pummeling into her. “Fuck,Bailey.”

I come, shooting thick loads inside her as my entire body tightens until my ears ring. Coming down, I make a rough sound through my teeth, gripping her hair to pull her mouth to mine, before I remember the “rule” and nip at the flesh on her throat, instead.

Bailey kisses along my jaw, careful to stay away from my mouth and I groan, wanting to taste her.

“If I knew I just had to fuck you to see how sweet you reallyare, I would have done it a long time ago,” I breathe, my heart hammering in my chest.

She pulls back, eyeing me.

“I can’t believe you talked to your dad while you were inside me.”

I shrug, grinning deviously.

“After the shit he’s put me through, I think he’ll survive.”

I pull out of her, still semi-hard and lay her on the bed beside me.

“I have to go to work now. You’re working tonight?”

I already know she is. I’ve come to know her schedule better than my own.

“Yes, though I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk tonight.”

Pride swells in my chest as I stand and readjust myself in my jeans. I thought fucking her before I went to work would take the edge off until I could have her again. It’s done the opposite.

By the time I reach work, the restaurant is in full swing. Customers enjoy lunch, Bruno and Star dance around each other in the kitchen while they cook, and Dad is behind the bar, instead of in his usual spot behind the desk.

Fuck, now I feel guilty for being late, even if I’m in a better mood than I have been in a long time. My hands, skin, clothes all smell like Bailey, though, and it’s fucking with my head. I can still taste her on my tongue, still feel the electricity from her nails against my scalp.

Jesus fucking Christ. I need to see a therapist.

“Sorry, Dad,” I murmur, sliding behind the bar with him.

He says goodbye to the old man he was talking to and smiles knowingly at me.

“Glad you could make it,” he smirks, untying the apron he insists on wearing behind the bar. “Well, I’m off to pay for your sister’s flowers. Try not to burn the place down while I’m gone.”

That look. He fucking knows something. He winks at me and pats my shoulder as he walks by. Well, it’s not really a pat with Dad. It’s closer to a sledgehammer coming down on your shoulder with the force he puts behind it.

“Oh, and tell Bailey I said hi.”

Motherfucker.

He leaves before I have a chance to say anything and the old man at the bar chuckles. Exasperated, I turn from the room and run a hand down my face. Fuck, I’ve got to get it together.

Over the next couple hours, I go through every emotion I can in regards to our deal.

Why the fuck did I even make the deal? Have I ever done something this fucking stupid?

Now that I have a taste for her, how the hell do I let her walk away when this is over?

Maybe she could move down here permanently, get away from that train wreck of a family she has back in California.

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