Page 486 of Hell Hath No Fury
“No, I don’t suspect it will.”
I smacked his chest. “Don’t get cocky.”
“I’m gonna need to get cocky in order to deliver the orgasms you so desperately need, baby.”
“Okay, you need to quit.”
He grinned, kissing me again. “I’m gonna go before I can’t.”
“Go.” I slapped a hand over my chest. “Breakmy heart.”
“Jesus,” he hissed. “You don’t make it easy, you know?”
I grinned. “That’s the whole point.”
I led him out to the foyer.
“Call me when you get home,” I demanded.
“Yes, ma’am.”
He walked out and I locked up behind him.
* * *
Harm
I called Bryn as I walked into the club.
“Hi,” she said in her sweet way.
I smiled. “Hey.”
“You made it home in record time tonight.”
“No traffic.”
“How much traffic do you usually encounter this time of night?” she asked.
“Not much,” I said. “It’s worse coming up your way.”
“God, this conversation is inane,” she breathed out.
I laughed. “Yeah?”
“Yes. What I really want to say is, get your butt back up here and fuck me, but I can’t because my kid is home. Oh, plus we’ve only known each other for a few days, and it would make me a reckless slut.”
I let out a quiet growl. “You call yourself a slut, ever, in my presence, or anyone else does, I’m gonna lose my shit, Bryn. Don’t do it again. You aren’t one, and even if you’d pulled me into a back room the second you met me, you still wouldn’t be one, got it?”
“You really think so?”
“Yeah, baby, I really think so.”
“Well, that’s a sweet thing to say.”
“You seriously hang out with the wrong people.”
“I don’t. Well, I don’t anymore.” She sighed. “But you’re right, I did for a long time. I’m trying to cut them loose. The brainwashing just goes deep, you know? I still feel guilt when I do something that might be ‘wrong’ in the eyes of the church.”
