Page 22 of Bossy Grump's Secret

“You know that guy who assaulted you?”

I don't have to nod or reply. My gasp says it all. How can I forget?

“Well, the DA called the hotel today. He said he pleaded guilty during arraignment, and there will be no need for a trial,” he divulges.

“Thank heavens.” I let out a sigh of relief. I really wasn’t looking forward to seeing his demented face again.

“Four years in prison and a fine of thirty thousand in total. Twenty for you, ten for me.”

Wow…

“I suppose I should get myself into another situation like that sometime,” I joke. “Because that’s a lot of money in it!”

Dylan just shakes his head at my jokes. His entire watch case probably cost that much, but this is new to me. He should allow me to enjoy it.

Once I'm done sterilizing the area, I give his face one last swipe before I let go. As my hands leave his face, a pair of muscular arms wrap around my waist. My body tenses at the surprise touch, and my arms try to retract, but I immediately put my hands on them to keep them in place.

“Yesterday,” he starts, immediately sending my poor, already restless heart into a near shock.

“I did it on purpose,” he confesses.

Wait…what?

"I was drunk, but…it only aided my confidence and lack of regret."

He pulls me closer as he talks, and his hands move.

“Stop me,” he pleads, “let’s not do this.”

But I do the exact opposite. Instead of pushing him away, I wrap my hands around his head and smother him with my lower body. His hand moves to my rear; he takes shaky breaths and squeezes me lightly…ever so sensually. His massage is tender and erotic…and now, that numbness in my pelvic region translates into wetness in my panties.

There’s so much going on in my mind, but I just let myself feel. I’ll worry about the emotionally tumultuous parts later. He continues his feline touches on my backside, rumpling the flesh slightly.

“This is so…wrong,” he groans. I can hear through his voice just how strained his breathing is. There’s a lot that he’s restraining himself from doing…a lot that I don’t want him to stop. The wetness pooling inside me might just keep getting worse. I reach beneath me and begin stroking his bare back, feeling him release knots upon knots of tension.

“I want this," I whisper to let him know he isn’t the only one with this outrageous craving. “I want you.”

As if that was the confirmation he needed. He stands up and takes my mouth into his in one smooth motion. Our lips tangle for a while; his soft, delicious ones are mashing mine, creating a heavenly need. His hands stay on my butt, and he pinches it harder this time.

“I love this so much,” he laughs and grabs a huge chunk of flesh. I know I have a well-shaped bottom; I just didn’t think he’d idolized it so much.

“How often do you stare at it?” I tease him.

“As often as I can without getting caught,” he returns.

“Pervert.” I slap his bare chest.

He slaps my ass in response to say, “Aren’t we all?”

Dylan

Yesterday I enjoyed the most magical moment I have had in a long time. Suddenly, waking up doesn’t feel as dreary as it used to because I have something to look forward to…someone to look forward to. I make my daily preparations and head on to our waiting point.

Very few people beat me to the waiting area, and only during specific times, but there she was, with her best friend, who was unhappy to be here so early. They are both conversing, so they don’t see me coming. While Lily looks like she’ll waste no time shoving a bullet down her friend’s throat if she had the opportunity, Ava seems either not to notice or is purposefully being this lively to make Lily want to kill her more.

“Oh, look, there he is,” Lily immediately announces as soon as she sees me. Ava’s attention switches to focus quickly.

“With all due respect, Mr. Dylan, sir, you need to tell Ava to take a chill pill,” Lily complains. Getting closer, I see just what an ill mood she is in. Her face is swollen, and dark bags are under her eyes. This girl must really love her bed. Ava looks the complete opposite. She puts more effort into looking better than the average person.

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