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I palm my cock through my sweats as my eyes home in on the hypnotic sway of her hips. Why does this woman have me constantly battling my self-control?
By the time she exits the bathroom, I’m already in bed waiting. She flicks off the light and slips in beside me. I immediately pull her into my arms, my front to her back … the big spoon to her little. “Night, Red,” I say, placing a kiss on her hair.
“Night, Wolf,” she replies over a yawn, and my lips curve up.
The arm around her waist, slips lower. “What are you doing?”
“This is the last part of me making it up to you.”
“I thought—”
“Shh. Just lie there and enjoy it. It will help you sleep.” She whimpers as soon as my fingers slide down the front of her underwear, circling her clit. My movements are slow and precise. My cock is now rock-hard again and pressing into her butt cheek.
“Let me fix this for you,” she says, reaching around.
I draw my lower body back, out of her reach. “Don’t, babe.”
“Why?”
“It’s part of my punishment.”
“For marking me?”
“Yes. Like you said, I was acting like a caveman.”
“Aww, don’t be so hard on yourself. Although misguided, I understand where you were coming from. If you were going to a strip club without me, I’d probably do the same … or worse.”
“Worse?”
“Yes, like make you wear a T-shirt that says,‘Back off bitches, he’s taken’.
“I like being taken by you,” I admit, sucking her earlobe into my mouth.
“And I don’t mind being marked by you … next time do it somewhere less obvious.”
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I say, moving my hand down and sliding a finger deep inside her. “Google was right.”
“Google?”
“Long story.”
Chapter25
Jacinta
“Have you given any more thought to your birthday party, buddy?” Mason asks Blake.
The three of us are sitting down to a family dinner. We try to do this at least a couple of nights a week. With our conflicting busy schedules, it’s usually just one of us eating with Blake, so it’s nice when we can all be together.
“I want pizza.”
“Of course, you do,” Mason chuckles. “Anything else?”
He lifts one shoulder. “Can we go to Timezone again?”
“You can go anywhere you want. Who do you want to invite?”
“Jazzie,” he says, giving me a bashful smile.
