Page 14 of Lost Love

With a steady gait, he titled his head back and let out a cocky laugh. “Oh, honey, I know I’ll fuck him right out of you.”

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Connor

Iran my eyes down her body, hungry like a wolf hunting for its next meal.

It didn’t matter that I was hungover as fuck. Pepper was a goddess with curves in all the right places, different from the countless thread-thin models I’d bedded before.

She stood, pulling at the hem of her red dress and deep in thought. “If we do this, it has to stop when you ask Francesca to be your wife, or I decide to move on, whichever comes first.”

Frowning, I leaned in to reassure her. “Of course, Pepper. Cheating is for weak-ass cowards.”

“Anyway, I don’t think I’ll be moving on with Jake. I think he’s done with trying to get me back. I’m quite sure he’ll be the first out of both of us to move on.”

“And would that make you jealous?”

“No.” She blew out an exaggerated breath, and my curiosity peeked.

I folded my arms. “Do you want him back?”

“I don’t know... what’s with twenty questions? We aren’t onWho Wants to Be a Millionaire.”Her gaze drifted around the kitchen, not focusing on anything in particular as she toyed with the curls of her hair.

“If you want him back, Pepper, I can help you.”

“I want him to suffer as I have. He may have only kissed her, but the betrayal is so much more than that action alone. Maybe he can realize what he’s missing out on.”

“Well, if he doesn’t realize that, the kid’s a bigger dickhead than I thought.”

Laughter escaped her lips. “Kid? Does that make me one too? You’re not that old, daddio!”

“No, sweetheart, but I can be if you want me to be. Daddy can spank that delicious ass of yours anytime.”

“Okay, no, I’m not into that!” She snorted out a laugh that made me laugh too.

“While we’re talking about what we like, do you like me licking your sweet pussy? Because yours is like a drug to me, one hit is not enough.”

“Yes, anytime… please do that.” She exhaled loudly like she had held onto her breath for too long.

“Good to know I can please you in the bedroom.”

“Don’t let it go to your head, rich boy.”

“I won’t, rich girl.”

“Well, do you want more head?” She straightened. But it was the fiery Greek girl in the red dress who I was finding oddly amusing.

“No, definitelynot,” I said in my most serious tone.

She blinked rapidly, her gaze going distant.

“Are you fucking crazy, Pepper?”

She laughed. “Why, thank you, Mr. Diamond. I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“So you should. And how about the ass?”

“Jesus, Connor, I’d say to buy a girl a drink first, but I guess we’re past that.”

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