Page 56 of Playing With Danger

But those fucking eyes and the way she stared at me like she saw right through me and all I needed to do was open the door and she’d waltz her tight ass through it and heal what ailed me. But there was no mending what was broken. There was no magic cure.

I was who I was and I knew better than to allow myself to get close to a woman. Especially one like Sophie. A woman like her destroyed a man. And when the day came when she woke up and realized she deserved better than a man who was broken and she left, I’d turn into my father.

Alone.

Ruined.

Bitter.

Sophie shifted and her eyes fluttered open.

Christ. So beautiful.

“Hey,” she rasped, her voice full of sleep.

“Morning, baby.”

She stretched, arching her back, pressing her tits deeper into my chest. And if that wasn’t torture enough, she shifted her naked body, rubbing down the length of me. But it was her pussy on my thigh that had commanded the attention of my already stiffening cock.

My hand resting on her hip slid down and around to cup her ass. More torture, but I needed her to stop moving. She’d been sore last night. She’d be sore this morning. On that thought, my cock twitched.

“Morning,” she mumbled before she turned and kissed my chest.

Now that she was awake, I needed to get out of this bed.

Instead, I laid there, liking the feel of her pressed close.

I’d never been stupid about women. I was careful, controlled, every interaction purposefully impersonal. I always held back what I needed. But not with Sophie.

She was my lethal cocktail of stupidity.

The place where desire and lust mingled in all the worst ways.

A place where hope lingered on the sideline like a siren call waiting to edge in and destroy me.

A place I had no business dragging Sophie to, but fuck if I could stop myself. What was even more fucked was, I wasn’t going to put a stop to it. I was going to do everything I’d promised. I was going to make her need me like I needed her with the same raw, archaic, primal cravings.

My fate was sealed.

I was destined to become my father.

Repeat his mistakes.

The pull of Sophie was greater than the lessons he’d taught me.

And it had started in the pasta aisle of a fucking grocery store when her gaze tipped up. She’d stumbled back and I’d tumbled headfirst into a pair of pretty eyes. It had happened so fast I’d been rooted in place, too stunned to chase after her.

“What time do you work today?” Her question pulled me back to the present, reminding me I needed to get up before my dick forgot she was sore.

“We’re on nights this week, so three. But I’m also on call.”

“So we have time…” She let that hang.

We had more than enough time. Which was precisely the problem.

“Soph—”

“Let me, please.” My warning stalled and my stomach muscles contracted as her soft hand traveled down toward my very hard dick. “I didn’t get to touch you last night.”

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