Page 48 of Possession

I don’t blame him. There’s been no shebang in two years. If I offer him a handful of body wash in the shower again, he’d slap me across the face if he could.

He only wants her.

I slide my hand farther up her dress only to find her ass bare and beautiful.

My roots sting when she fists my hair. When I deepen the kiss, she holds on tighter.

Fuck, this woman. She doesn’t know what she’s doing to me. It doesn’t matter which way I spin it, this isn’t good.

I mean, it is.

It’s fucking great.

But it’s so, so bad.

She shifts her legs, and I move my hand just enough to find a strip of material. Her thong.

But beyond that, she’s wet.

So wet.

She lets go of my mouth and gasps. I look into her blue eyes and am about to apologize for my hand wandering between her legs, but let’s be real, I’m not sorry at all.

Landyn jerks in my arms when June yelps from the side of the room. I rip my hand from under her dress, and wrap her up in my arms. She stuffs her face in my neck and fights for a breath.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Torres,” June squeaks and stares at the floor in front of her. “I … I didn’t hear anything and was just coming in to clean up from dinner. I’ll leave you be.”

“No,” I demand and clear my throat. “I have some calls to make about the funeral tomorrow, and then we’re going to bed.”

Landyn pulls back long enough to look up at me where she still sits in my lap. Her eyes flare. I’m not sure if she’s embarrassed or pissed I didn’t send June away so I could fuck her next to the dirty dishes.

The pull is real, and it’s not just me. This proves it.

I put my hands to her hips and steady her on her feet before taking her hand. We’re on our way from the dining room when Landyn gives me a little tug to slow down. “Thank you for dinner, June. It was delicious, just like always.”

June nods. “Ma’am.”

We make our way silently through the house and up the stairs. I’ve got the door open to our bedroom when she tugs on my arm harder this time. I turn to look down at her where she’s stopped outside our door.

“What?” I snap.

“Are you really going to your office to work?” She pulls her hand from mine and folds her arms across her chest. “After that?”

I pull in a big breath. My need to adjust my junk is greater than the need for world peace.

“I am,” I grunt. “The funeral is tomorrow. I’m in charge of security and seeing as your wedding day turned into a massacre, every detail needs to be thought through.”

“But—”

I shake my head. “Go to bed. I’ll be late.”

Her expression pinches, and a blush warms her beautiful face. She drops her arms and points behind her when she hisses, “That was real, and don’t try to tell me it wasn’t.”

I close the distance and wrap my arm around her lower back. I’m not gentle when I pull her to me and put my lips on hers for the sole purpose of shutting her up. I keep this kiss firm but quick before dragging my lips to her ear. “Not sure what I need to do to impress upon you, these halls are monitored, chica.”

I look down at her and put my finger over her lips when she tries to talk again.

“Go to bed, baby, and don’t wait up. I’ll be late.”

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