Page 104 of Yours Until Forever

“I won’t touch my cock. I won’t fuck you. Not until I see you fall apart so many times you forget why you were even playing this game.”

I grip her chin. “You think you can outlast me, Princess? I’ll ruin you with patience. I’ll edge you until you’re screaming, and when I finally fuck you”—my hand slides between us, claiming her pussy through the thin fabric of her dress—“you’ll thank me for every second I made you wait.”

She moans, andgoddamn, I’m losing my fucking mind over this woman.

“Gage...” She fists my shirt, turned on as hell with no release in sight.

I dip my head, voice dropping to a growl. “You wanna learn how to say no?” My lips brush hers. “Let me show you what it takes to survive.”

She grips my face and absolutely fucking slays me with a reckless kiss that will stay with me all day. When she’s had her fill, she keeps hold of my jaw and says so fucking breathlessly that I have to call on every scrap of control I have not to just give her my cock, “The only place I want you to take me tonight is to your throne. And therewillbe cameras on, so bring your A-game for me.”

“Christ. You’re fucking killing me, Amelia.” I let her go, needing a minute to get my shit together.

My hands go straight to my hips, and I drag in a breath through my nose. My body’s on fire, cock rock hard, pulse still hammering like I’m about to bend her the fuck over.

I press a hand to the wall. Not for balance. Just to ground myself.

Amelia watches me, chest rising and falling, her face flushed, and yeah, she looks as taken to the edge as I feel. “In mynext life,” she says, “I’m not having children. I just want a sex overlord and twenty-four-seven options.”

“Dad!” Luna’s voice comes from the other side of the bathroom door. “We need your help.”

“Give me a minute, sweetheart.” My eyes are still on Amelia, my body still sorting itself the fuck out.

“Okay, but be quick!”

“I’ll go,” Amelia says, and with one last quick brush of her lips over mine, and one last grasp of my shirt, she unlocks the door and leaves to help the girls.

I give myself a minute.

A long fucking minute.

And once I’ve got myself under control, I go and see if they need me. Which they don’t, so I head into the kitchen and make coffee for the drive to work. I’ve just finished when Shayla calls.

“Thanks for calling me back.”

“I was out running,” she says, slightly breathless. “What’s so urgent?”

“Are you planning to move to LA with Michael?”

I’m met with silence, which only stirs my gut feeling more.

Then, “Why?”

“I heard you’ve been talking about it on Instagram.”

“Jesus, Gage. Are you stalking my socials now?”

“No, I’m not stalking you. But I keep tabs. You’re the mother of my daughter, Shayla. I have every right to know if you’re planning to move Luna across the country.”

“Wow. There it is. The controlling tone I know so well.”

“It’s not controlling to want to know your plans that involve our daughter. You’re in LA a lot these days. Michael works there almost full time. Don’t insult my intelligence.”

“You’re reading way too much into this. Even if I was thinking about moving, it’s not like I’d just take Luna without talking to you.”

“You’re damn right about that. We have a custody agreement, and you can’t do anything without going through me first.”

“And there’s the Gage we know and love. The man who has to know everything, read into everything, and manage every situation.”

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