Page 94 of Bad Love

I've never felt this waybefore.

Never wanted so badly to bethe guy.The one she lets down her guard with. The one she laughs with, flirtswith.

The one she gives all of herselfto.

I can’t control what she says to Blake, but I know I’m the only one who gets to kiss her full lips, and lick her pussy, and fuck her until her eyes turnblack.

Fueled by adrenaline and conviction, I brace her against the wall, reach my hand inside her bra, and rub my thumb over her tight nipple. Her head fallsback.

Kendall grinds her hips against me, her hands slipping on myneck.

"Tell me you want me, Peach. Tell me the only thing on that list you wanna do isme."

My words make her moan because my Kendall likeswords.

I’ve learned a lot of things she likes here, when she's half-naked and meeting me impulse forimpulse.

I notice every response, record it where it'll never beerased.

I'll build a shrine to every sweet and filthy thing shecraves.

My hands are teasing and deliberate. Every swallowed moan, every arch of her body, every trembling breath makes me want to possessher.

Unable to postpone any longer, I carry her to the bed. Her eyes flare with heat as I drop her down. I yank the button of her jeans, then thezipper.

"You can't break those," she teasesbreathlessly.

"Don't temptme."

The jeans are pulled down her legs, off her feet. She tries to sit up, and I stopher.

"What?"

"Socks,” she says. “We can’t do this withsocks."

I lift a brow. "Whynot."

Her breathless laugh softens something in my chest. "It’s notsexy.”

“Wrong,” I correct. “Everything you do is sexy. You could wear a paper bag to work, and I’d still want to fuck you,Peach.”

Her eyes gleam. “Paper bag, huh? It would save laundry.” She cocks her head,considering.

But before I can stop her, she reaches for her socks in a lunge, tossing them across theroom.

She shifts back with a half grin, as if I'm being an unreasonable captor she’s narrowly evaded. "There. That wasn't sobad.”

God, the way she's looking at me meltsme.

Since I took on the marketing director job, I have some sense of her life. What it's like for her to work her ass off on projects that don’t go away. It makes me respect Kendall evenmore.

It’s ironic as fuck. I was worried about her getting attached, yet it’s me staking my claim as if she’s my laststand.

My gaze drags down her body, her lace bra askew and her bright-yellow lace panties the only thing between her andme.

In one move, I flip her onto her stomach. I slap her ass, and she squeaks. "That’s fordisobeying.”

"Logan! Can you bequiet?"

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