Page 44 of Dangerous Games

My thumb goes to her clit, sending her over the edge as I empty myself into the condom, wishing like fuck it was deep in her pussy. I nuzzle her neck as I lazily thrust in and out as my dick softens and we both come down. Our breathing is uneven and our hearts are pounding, but I’ve never felt more at peace than I do in this moment.

“That was…wow,” Bronwyn says softly as she scratches my back, her nails lightly tracing random designs. It feels good in a way that I know I was always meant to be right here.

I lift my head out of her neck to study her. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No.” Bronwyn lets out a light laugh. “I know I’m going to be sore, but it’s a good sore.”

I grin at her comment. It brings me immense pride that she’s going to be walking around sore tomorrow because of me. I made her that way. Rolling off her, I head into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Once back in bed, I reach down and grab the covers that got pushed down during and drag them up, tucking us both in.

Bronwyn tenses beside me. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” I ask as I pull her to my side and settle in. “I’m spending the night.”

She’s silent for a few moments before finally saying, “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

An exhausted yawn leaves my lips as my eyes close. “I’m noticing a pattern with you. You don’t think anything is a good idea. Sometimes you need to just let things happen, cara. I bet everything will have a way of working out.”

I didn’t realize how fucking tired I’ve been. This little blue-eyed, raven haired woman hasn’t left my mind long enough to let me sleep since I laid eyes on her.

“There are a lot of reasons I can’t just let things happen.”

“I know that. But most of them are made up in your head.”

I can feel her glaring at me. “Are you trying to get kicked out of my bed?”

I snicker. She’s so fucking cute. “You can try, but I don’t think you’ll be very successful. Go to sleep, cara. I’m fucking beat.”

I place a light kiss on her forehead and hug her a little tighter. It takes a few minutes before her body relaxes into me and her breathing evens out, letting me know she finally fell asleep in my arms.

Such a stubborn fucking woman.

“What?” I ask, unable to keep the smirk off my lips.

Bronwyn has her back to the counter with one leg propped up and foot resting against the cabinet door as she crunches on cereal with a look that could kill aimed right at yours truly.

She doesn’t answer as she pops another spoonful into her mouth; the crunch echoing throughout the kitchen.

“You don’t get to have an attitude like that standing in my shirt with no pants on if you don’t want me to do something about it.” I raise my eyebrow at her in challenge.

Bronwyn’s glare deepens. “You’re still here.”

I make a show of looking her up and down. “And? You don’t seem too bothered by it.”

“When I woke up, I threw on the first shirt I saw. I didn’t realize it was yours.”

“You don’t really seem like the button-down type, babe.”

“I can’t stand you.” She glares.

“Oh, I think you stand me just fine.” I smirk.

“Wouldn’t you like to think so.”

I set my cup of coffee down. “What time do you work today?”

She chews and swallows her bite. “Noon. Nate is opening today.”

I nod. “I’ll drive you.”