Page 151 of Those Who Are Bound

Revenge had come in the form of inappropriate and untimely arousals at the mere thought of her. Her, in his nearly transparent school shirt standing in the back of the church, nodding her head (he now knew, to music; at the time, he thought it’d been to his words). Did he know she’d worn that shirt to be provocative? To punish him a little? Yes. Little demon; he also knew she realized it’d backfired on her. It made him love her little act even more.

If she only knew how it hadn’t bothered him, that her clothing choice wouldn’t cause anyone in the church to bat an eye, she might not have tried the flex. He imagined she thought of their congregation as more… traditional. Clearly. But they welcomed anyone. The clothes on their back didn’t matter. A woman once appeared with a sheer black shirt and nothing beneath—nothing.

It’s what she’d had to wear. She’d been a sex worker; she’d apologized. Their pastor had said, “If you’re here with a pure heart ready to receive our message, you can walk in naked, sit your ass in the front row, and I will deliver you that message.”

So, the shirt. It’d been cute, her embarrassment.

But remembering it had gotten him hard. An embarrassing number of times for a grown man, and not a teenage boy who’d seen breasts for the first time. He sorted himself out when he could and let his dick suffer when he couldn’t.

Yesterday evening at the counter had been restrained. He was surprised he got a couple of bites of food in first, but she had gone through all the trouble of making it for him.

His current situation, though, as he got hard again watching her doing something as innocent as filling two cups of coffee… yeah, this woman was going to be the sweet, beautiful death of him. With a grimace, he remembered that there weretwenty peoplewaiting for them at the end of a three-hour motorcycle ride.

Turning, she handed him a mug even as she drank from her own, peeking at him over the rim; those silver eyes. Fuck. Fully hard now.

Fuck.

She lowered the mug only marginally, a slight frown once again marring her brows as she asked, “What’s the matter?”

By way of answer, he only cocked a brow back at her, his look full of heat.

Elliott rocked back and dropped her gaze. She grinned.

Grinned,the vixen.

Mischievous eyes flicked back up as she started to move past him, mug still cradled in her hands. “I need to get dressed if we’re going to be on time.” And she sauntered away, sipping at her coffee.

Jonah watched her sashay down the hall, giving off the pretense of having dismissed him. He warred between being on time and the hem of her shirt. Slamming down the coffee cup, he determined that they were going to be late.

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