Page 37 of Bound By Temptation

Fuck, this woman was beautiful. Her fiery eyes were glazed over in ecstasy, and I needed her. Needed her more than I needed anything.

I pulled out my cock, lined up, and slid deep inside her. Indie’s back arched on the wall, pushing her breasts into my face. Even clothed, I found her pebbled nipple and sucked hard. It wouldn’t feel as good as bare, but beggars couldn’t be choosers and all that nonsense.

“Ax!” Her screaming my name had my eyes connecting to hers. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

What control I had snapped hearing those words grace her beautiful lips.

“Get ready to ride.”

Over and over, I thrust inside her, each of her noises getting louder. Her arms wrapped around my neck as she held on tight, her lips coming to my neck as she kissed and sucked.

I ground into her and circled my hips, hitting her clit. She threw back her head and hit the wall, screaming out in pleasure. It was no ordinary noise.

No, it was one I’d never heard from her before but fucking loved.

It had been too long since I’d been inside her, and I followed close behind.

My cock jerked and pulsed, and I reveled in Indie’s heat as I spilled into her pussy, squeezing and milking every bit of come from me.

Moments later, or hours, fuck if I knew, our breathing was still coming hard, but I noticed the instant that Indie realized what she did because she pushed me hard, catching me a bit off guard as she fell to her feet.

“I cannot believe…” She grabbed the shorts and pulled them on, then slipping on her shoes. She moved so fucking fast and with me on my ass, boots on and jeans around my ankles, she had an edge.

Trying to get up. “Wait!” I called out to her, but she took off like a shot and slammed the door behind her. Getting up quickly, I pulled myself together, threw open the door, and took chase.

She wasn’t getting away from me. Not now and not ever.

The heat was on.

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INDIE

My tombstone was goingto read “Stupidest bitch on the planet” right across the top because that was me.

Alone with the man one time, and I screwed him against the wall. How fucked up was that?

I knew I only had moments for Ax to get himself together and come after me. Because I had no doubt he was coming. He kept talking all this I’m sorry shit. Well, bud, too little too late.

Carefully, I maneuvered down the stairs, quickly hanging onto the rail all the way down to the door. One mission: escape before I fell down the rabbit hole of stupid woman yet again.

What the hell was it about this man that I struggled to let go of? Seriously, it had been years and he still crawled under my skin like no one else.

“Indie!” Ax called, and my time was running out.

Pushing the door open, I ran straight through the grassy area like there was a demented dog on my tail. Oh wait. There was!

With the extra exertions, my energy was fading. With running the bakery all the time, I never ran. When the hell would I have time for that? But in this case it would’ve been nice, considering my legs felt like they were going to fall off.

When the big bulk stepped in front of me, I crashed hard and jarred my entire body. Shit, how hard was I running?

Looking up, I saw the same man I’d just screwed, only this one had a jagged scar across his brow. Raid.

“Let me go. I have to go,” I pleaded, and it felt beneath me, but I couldn’t do this. I didn’t want to talk to Axton Monroe about anything. We fucked. It happened; lots of consenting adults had hookups. That was it. Now, I wanted to finish my walk of shame.

His eyes turned serious. “Are you hurt?”

“Indie!” Ax called as I turned my head to see him burst out the door and coming straight for me.

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