Page 97 of Enticing the Enforcer
“But I’ve got a month off, what about you?”
She grins. “I’ve got a little free time coming up.”
The hem of her skirt brushes my thighs, light as a tease, “Any idea what we should do with it?”
“A few.” She laughs softly, then leans down to kiss me–slow at first, then deeper, until the world narrows to just the press of her lips and the weight of her body against mine. My hands slide lower, over the soft curve of her thighs, gripping just enough to draw a little gasp from her.
Her lips part against mine, that tiny gasp turning into a sound I feel all the way down to my balls. I grip her tighter, pulling her closer, until there isn’t an inch between us. The skirt rides higher as she shifts in my lap, and I curse the stretchy shorts underneath.
“You drive me fucking insane,” I murmur against her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip before letting her take it back in a kiss that leaves me dizzy. Grinding down on me with that hot, little pussy, I groan, the thin barrier of my shorts doing nothing to hide how hard I am for her. My hands slip under her skirt, palms gliding up the backs of her thighs, settling on the curve of her ass. She shivers at the contact, pressing closer, like she can’t get enough.
“Angel,” I whisper, and it’s half prayer, half plea.
“Yeah?” Her voice is pure sin, soft and taunting all at once.
“How pissed are you going to be if I tear this skirt?”
Her smile curves against my jaw as she kisses her way down to my neck, teeth grazing my skin just enough to leave me aching for more. “Impatient?”
“If I could fuck you all day, I would. Strip you bare, keep you naked, wear you out.” The words snap the last thread of restraintI have. I grab the hem of her crop top and pull it up and over her head in one swift move, tossing it to the floor. She sits back just long enough for me to take her in—hair a little mussed, lips kiss-swollen, chest rising and falling fast. Her nipples are hard peaks, tits that fit perfectly in my palms. She’s a queen, my lap her throne, and that sexy smirk on her mouth tells me she knows exactly how much she owns me.
“Beautiful,” I say, because anything less would be a lie. Heat, softness, and the electric shock of being skin-to-skin again after too damn long. I can’t stop kissing her. Hard, deep, desperate. Every kiss is a claim and I roll us over, pressing her body into the mattress, letting her feel how fucking much I want her. But showing her isn’t enough. She needs to hear it. “I love you, Angel.”
“I love you too, Jefferson.”
I rise up, peel off that skirt, not giving a fuck if it tears or not. I’ll buy her a new one. Kissing my way down the length of her body, she arches beneath me, every sigh and shiver pulling me deeper under her spell. By the time I settle between her thighs, she’s trembling, whispering my name like it’s the only word she knows.
When I finally push into her, it’s everything–heat, home,salvation.Her nails bite into my shoulders, her legs wrap tight around me, and I lose myself completely. Every thrust is a promise, every groan a confession, until we’re both unraveling together, nothing between us but love and fire.
After, she melts against me, skin damp, heart racing against mine. I hold her close, kissing the crown of her head, and for the first time in my life, I don’t want or need anything else.
Because she’s it. My Angel. My future. My forever.
EPILOGUE
Jefferson
Two months later
I logonto the video session, and within seconds my screen fills with the familiar chaos of my old roommates. Different cities now, different lives, but the same loud energy. After we all moved out, the group chat turned live when someone obnoxiously titled itMen of the Manor.We try to meet weekly.
“How’s New York?” I ask Reese and Reid. Same city, different teams.
“Good, although I didn’t expect feeling like a rookie all over again,” Reid says with a grimace.
“Yeah,” I agree. “I know the feeling.”
“But the city is great.”
“Incredible,” Reese adds. “Check out this view.” He lifts his laptop, giving us a glimpse out the window. It’s mostly the brick wall of the building across the way, but if he tilts the camera just right, you get a sliver of downtown skyline. “The coaching staff is good, and so far everyone has been pretty receptive. And the facilities?” He whistles. “Unreal.”
“Right?” Axel pipes up from where he’s sprawled shirtless on his bed, tugging at the hoop in his eyebrow. His hair is freshly dyed platinum, like he’s leaning into the villain arc. “I thought we had it good at Wittmore, but the pro’s are on another level.”
Reese smirks. “At least you’re not freezing your ass off yet. Wait until January.”
“Shut up.” Axel flips him off, grinning, but we all know he and Nadia are born and raised in the south and are going to miss the warm weather.
“How about you?” I glance at Reid.
