Page 47 of Only Ever Yours

Ryan nods with a small smile, “You’re welcome. You know we will help you any way we can.”

“You guys are the best.” I pull my bestie and her husband into a group hug. Then I freeze, “Oh, shit—I haven’t even paid for the pizza.” I start towards my bag. “Let me grab some cash for you.”

Ryan shakes his head. “It's already been taken care of. Don’t worry about it.”

“What? No way. I'm not letting you pay for it after lugging my shit around all day, the least I can do is buy you dinner.”

Before I can argue more, Haleigh winks with a smirk on her face, “Jaydon gave Ryan the money, Ells,” she quickly lets it slip.

I blink, caught off guard, “What?”

She grabs Ryan’s hand and tugs him towards the door before I can get another word out. “Love you! Bye!” she calls over her shoulder, shutting the door behind them.

I turn to Jaydon and stare, who suddenly seems very interested in cleaning up the kitchen.

“I have money. I’m going to pay you back.” I say flatly, making my way towards him.

He doesn’t even look at me. He just continues wiping down the counter. “No, you’re not. It's already paid for. It’s not a big deal, Ellie.”

I walk towards the kitchen to grab my purse, “Jaydon, I'm fucking giving you money. I was supposed to buy you dinner for helping me out today, so take it.”

I wave the cash around in front of him, but he just looks past the money and right into my eyes. Then he turns back around, ignoring me, and starts cleaning the kitchen again.

“I’m serious,” I huff. “Where do you want me to set it?”

He doesn’t answer, so I slap the bills on the counter. “Here, I’m putting it right here for you.”

I gasp as his hands find me—strong and controlling—pushing me back against the counter in a flash. His body pressing against mine, chest heaving, while he holdsme in place. The force of him pressed against my chest causes my breasts to spill over the top of my bra.

He swipes the cash off the counter, his eyes darken, and I watch as his gaze drifts down, zeroing in on the bare skin of my breasts.

He growls, “I said I didn’t want your money. It's already been paid for.”

“Jaydon,” I breathe, my heart pounding uncontrollably against my chest. “Why can't you just fucking take the money?”

The cocky, knowing smile on his face is heating me up from the inside out.

He runs his hand filled with crumpled cash up the curve of my side, his palm grazing my heated skin as it goes. When he reaches my chest, his fingers pause… teasing. Slowly tracing a path along the edge of my breast that spills out of my bra.

My breathing turns to shallow pants.

Then his hand dips again, gliding down my side until he reaches the waistband of my leggings. Peeling back the spandex, his eyes lock with mine as he slowly shoves his hand and money down inside my leggings.

I should protest, scream at him. But I don’t.

I think he's going to stop just at the hem, just toprove his point. But his hand glides lower and lower, all the way until he reaches my hip.

He holds me still in place with his free hand, his possessive side shining through.

“I said I didn’t want your fucking money, Peachy.” His large fingers squeeze my upper thigh as he speaks, the warmth of his breath dancing across my lips, “So I’m putting your money right here for you.”

Then, he drags his empty hand back out, painfully slow, his fingertips lighting my skin on fire the entire way. My breath hitches, my heart slamming against my chest while his eyes stay locked on mine, dark and full of intention.

Every single movement from him is a tease, leaving me aching for more, I’m like his needy little whore, and I need his touch to soothe me.

He has me so worked up.

I’m about to make a horrible decision, and I haven’t even unpacked my damn boxes.

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