Page 44 of The Woman with the Target on her Back (Grassi Family)

“It is what it is. You can never know how long shit like this is gonna take to figure out.”

I nodded as I walked to the sink to rinse out my cup. “I know I’ve been difficult, but I appreciate you and Aurelio coming over to help me out,” I said. “I know you have lives and family and—what?” I asked when I caught him watching me with drawn together brows.

“By any chance, did you knock your head before you went to sleep?” he asked.

“What? Wh—“

“Maybe slam your head a little too hard in the bath you were taking to avoid talking to me last night?”

“I was not avoid—“ I started.

“Oh, you absolutely were,” he cut me off.

“Oh, get over yourself. It was just sex. You’re making it out to be like it was some big deal,” I said, avoiding eye contact because I knew he would see the lie there if he looked closely enough.

“If it was no big deal, you wouldn’t have run the fuck out of there as soon as we got off the couch,” he countered.

I made a show of rolling my eyes at him.

“It was a one-time thing. I don’t even know why we are disc—“

I lost the rest of my sentence.

Because one second, I was about to brush past him and put an end to the conversation.

The next, August’s hand was grabbing me, turning me, and pressing me back against the island, his lips sealing over mine, silencing any more bullshit I was going to try to feed him.

CHAPTER NINE

August

That was about enough of that.

My hand shot out, grabbing her hip, turning her back, and pushing her against the island.

My hips ground into her as my lips landed on hers, silencing any more of that crap she was going to try to sling at me.

She didn’t run away because it was a ‘one-time thing.’ She ran away because she was worried it wouldn’t be a one-time thing.

Which was ridiculous as fuck.

I was stuck here in town with her until this whole mess was cleared up. There was no way we weren’t going to get physical again.

The second my body was against hers, she melted into me. Her hands slid up my arms, then wrapped around the back of my neck, holding on as my lips slanted over hers again, getting hungrier, needier.

You’d never know we’d just fucked hours before with the way my body was aching to be inside of her again. My cock was already rock-hard and straining against the thin material of my pajama pants.

Reaching down, I grabbed her leg, yanking it up to my hip, spreading her for me as I pressed my cock against her pussy.

She hadn’t dressed for the day yet, and I could feel the heat of her through her silky pajama shorts. There was no bra yet, so her tits were crushed to my chest, her nipples hardening against me as my hips rocked my cock up and down her cleft.

It didn’t take long for her hips to meet my movements, for her hands to start exploring over my shoulders, then down my back, to finally sink into my ass and pull me more tightly against her.

My hands were equally as greedy, grabbing the hem of her shirt, and yanking it up and off, my palms closing over the swells of her breasts. My lips swallowed her moans as my thumbs and forefingers did tight little rolls of her nipples.

“August, please,” she whimpered, rocking impatiently, needing more.

Reaching across the island, I found my wallet I’d tossed there after picking it up off the living room floor when I realized she wasn’t going to come back out, finding my last condom, and slipping it on.

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