Page 97 of Game Misconduct
“Thank you for telling me,” I whisper.
He looks over again, eyes searching mine like he’s trying to decide if I really see him now.
I do.
And maybe that’s why, when he finally speaks, his voice sounds different.
Less guarded. Morehim.
“I’ve never done that before.” His voice is low and rough, yet soft.
His voice alone is a turn on.
I blink. “Told someone about your mom?”
“No.” His gaze drops to our tangled legs. “Had sex without a condom.”
I freeze.
Not because I’m worried, but because I canfeelthe weight of what he just said.
“You’re serious.”
He nods once, jaw tight. “Always been careful. Didn’t want to screw up someone’s life. Or mine.”
My chest pulls tight.
“But with you…” His voice lowers. “I didn’t even think about it. Not once. Just—knew. Like it was supposed to happen.”
The ache that blooms behind my ribs isn’t lust. It’s something deeper.
A recognition.
A promise.
I lean in and kiss him—slow and reverent.
“Thank you for trusting me.”
He rolls on top of me, mouth brushing mine, voice like gravel and heat.
“Next time, you’ll thank me with your mouth.”
I run my hands in his hair, loving the feel of his body heavy and delicious between my legs, and arch a brow.
“Oh, you want me to thank you with my mouth, huh?”
His grin is slow and dangerous, all dark edges and dimples.
“I’ll even say please.”
“Maddox Lasker saying please for something?”
His gaze pins me to the bed. “For you? I’ll do whatever it takes.”
I bite my lip, trying to keep all the emotion flooding my body in check.
It’s almost too much to bear.
