Page 93 of Unleashed
He arches an eyebrow.
“Yeah. My name here.” He rests his hand over my pussy. “And here.” He grabs my ass. “And here.” He cups my breast.
And then he grabs my throat. “Maybe around your throat like a necklace?”
I roll my eyes, and he tightens his grip.
“Don’t, Harper. You know what that does to me. And I gotta go to work.”
He presses a hard kiss to my lips and then sits up.
“What kinda work today?” I ask, sitting up myself.
He bites his lip. “I thought you didn’t wanna know?”
“Oh. I see…”
He nods. “Well, some pretty blonde needs some answers, I gotta go get the source, tie them up and make ‘em speak.”
I’m listening. But I’m so distracted. My eyes track his body. He’s huge, all over. Everything. His thighs. His dick. His chest. Arms. God. I’m wet again.
“Is it bad that I’m kinda turned on?”
He chuckles. “What, because I’m gonna torture some guys to get you answers?”
I bite my lip. “Yeah.”
When he says it like that… nope. Still hot.
“I do have to feed the horses with Wyatt first. You know, balance. Then Jett wants me to do some stupid fuckin’ workout videos before we train.”
I glance away. I’ve seen some of his social media content. I’ve read the thousands of comments thirsting over him.
“Harper Jones. Look at me.”
Reluctantly I do, blushing like crazy.
“Yes, Ace. I got myself off watching you do push-ups online. Alright? And I’m sure plenty of other women have too.”
He rubs his hands along my thighs and settles them on my ass.
“Damn, Goldie. If I’d have known the abs would bring ya back, I’d have let Jett convince me to do this bullshit five years ago.”
I tap his chest, and he grabs my wrist, bringing it up to his lips. I yank it free and get on all fours.
His dick is already hard. Without breaking eye contact, I run my tongue along the ridges of his eight-pack.
“Mine,” I say as I work my way up to his throat.
He grabs my ass and squeezes.
“I’m gonna be late, Hunter’s gonna be pissed,” he murmurs.
I kiss his neck and then suck on the skin. Marking him. Mine.
“Fuck it.” He pushes me onto my back. “I’ll be late. Spread those legs, pretty girl,” he growls. “And this time, you don’t come until I give you permission. Understood?”
Excitement buzzes through me.
