Page 86 of Kisses and Paperclips

Nowhere I wanted her to.

I planted my hands on either side of the chair, locking her in.

Not to trap her but, to hold the moment still.

To keep from doing the one thing I shouldn’t do yet.

Touch her.

The air between us went heavy.

Her breath hitched.

Her pulse kicked at the base of her throat, and I saw it, felt it.

My head dipped, just enough to taste the space between us. Her jasmine scent wrapped around me like a grip.

I didn’t say a word. Didn’t have to.

She could feel what was in me.

Same way I felt her.

“The thing is… you love messy.”

Her breath quickened.

“You’re addicted to it,” I said, my voice a low growl, my mouth just inches from hers.

“That’s why you let me mark you last night. Why you took all of me…raw, deep, throbbing for it, like you didn’t even know your own name.”

She didn’t move.

“You wanted the chaos. Wanted it so bad you forgot your own rules.”

I leaned closer, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“So tell me… when that pussy starts craving me,” I whispered, “you think some little punk with soft hands and a small dick is gonna scratch that itch?”

She shivered.

I smiled.

“Not this greedy little pussy.” My hand ghosted down her hip, not touching, just letting her feel the tension between us. “She’s mine.”

I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes.

“And so are you.”

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The weights hit the floor with a dull thud that echoed like a warning.

Another rep.

Another grunt.

Another reason not to think about her.

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