Page 122 of Ignite

I see him. The man under the blood. And I want to be his anchor.

“Just by being you, Hallie.”

I lean back and run my finger across the cut on his eyebrow.

“Want me to clean you up?”

He smirks.

“Oh, yes, please.”

He lets out a groan as I run my tongue along his jaw.

“So what am I now to you? Your on-call nurse, your fuck buddy, your friend, your cheerleader at fights?”

His fingers squeeze my throat.

“You forgot the comedian,” he whispers against my ear.

“I am kinda funny.”

His free hand grips my ass.

“Funny. Beautiful. Sexy. Smart. Kind. Caring.”

I start to blush as he reels them out.

“You forgot horny.”

“Hallie, I know you’re horny as hell. But, we have a booth booked at a bar. The quicker we do that, the quicker I get you back to that penthouse.”

His breathing quickens as I grab his dick through his shorts.

“Is that a promise?” I bat my lashes at him.

“Damn fucking right.”

I let out a squeal as he lifts me by the waist and pushes my back against the wall.

“You look fucking divine, darlin. And we have a win to celebrate.”

I grab his face and he smiles.

“I’m proud of you.”

He blinks at me but remains silent.

“You were a beast in that ring. You owned it. And you won fair and square. You just about managed to contain the anger this time. I think that’s a pretty big deal.”

“You’re not just a fuck to me, you know that, right?” he tells me.

“I know, beastie. Because if I was, you’d have had sex with me here already.”

Wrapping my leg tighter around his waist, I roll my hips over his cock.

“We could, just quickly,” I whisper against his lips, biting back my grin.

“You think you can tell me what to do?”

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