Page 91 of Corrupt Me

Let’s.I can’t wait to lock the jewelry around her neck and fuck her while she wears only my necklace.

Have I ever felt like this—elated, alive, at peace? No, never. It’s her, this magical creature caught in my dark hideout and brightening it all up.

Foam covers the contour of her upper lip, and I trace my tongue over it, licking it off.

“Hunter,” she chastises, but it comes out as more of a plea.

“We should head back,” I say low, my desire and impatience matching hers.

We speedwalk toward the ATV, and she hops on behind me. Locking her arms over my stomach, she rests her cheek on my back as we ride back in pleasant silence.

The cabins come into sight, and I groan when I see our friends engaged in a snowball fight. I haven’t even fully parked when the first one hits me in the side of the head.

There goes my plan of spending my time with and inside Bailey. I can’t get rid of these nosy and needy fuckers, but that can be changed. An idea pops into my head. I need a place just for us. Here I am, making plans, expecting any moment for the panic to set in, but nothing happens.

Bailey hops off the ATV, makes a small snowball, and throws it precisely in Blake’s direction, grinning. His jaw drops in mock shock. “Little traitor.”

“Who are you calling a traitor?” I ask and duck behind the ATV, firing at him as well.

“You come for him, you come for me,” my sister says, and the four of us engage in a snow battle before the others pick sides. Kaden and Celine come to our side, and Abi and Dane help them.

By the time we finish, our team has won—of course—and everyone is shivering.

Bailey’s teeth chatter. “I can’t feel my fingers.”

Placing my hand on her back, I urge her inside. “Come on, let’s get you inside and warmed up.”

“Do you need an extra blanket?” Dane asks.

“Help with some logs for the fireplace?” Kaden says next, hopping onto the “let’s-make-fun-of-the-clueless-guy” train. These fuckers enjoy that shit too much.

“Skin on skin helps, but we wouldn’t want to get ahead of ourselves,” Blake ends with a smirk.

They chortle at their childish innuendos.

I flip them the bird and mutter, “Assholes.” If Bailey catches a cold, I am going to lock these idiots outside to freeze.

The girls, unimpressed, stand in a line, shaking their heads at us before heading inside.

Bailey groans because she can’t get her gloves off, so I remove them with a gentleness that only she ignites in me. Grabbing her hands between mine, I blow warm air into them. She looks so damn adorable—the tip of her delicate nose has gone red, and snowflakes decorate her hair.

After I undress her, I do the same. Gathering her in my arms, I place her on the couch in front of the fireplace and drape a blanket over us, but nothing is hotter than the skin-on-skin sensation.

As I press play on the screen, I search the National Geographic channel, and we both burst into laughter when I come across a mating documentary.

I waggle my brows at her. “The universe must be telling us something.”

“You’re insatiable. That’s what it’s saying.”

“I don’t hear you complaining, kitten.”

She gasps exaggeratedly. “To even think that with a 100% satisfaction rate.”

A wave of laughter rocks my chest, brimming with joy. It’s such a heady emotion, overwhelming me.

“Why me, Bailey?” I ask. I sound so unlike myself—almost unsure, shy.

“Stop questioning it… please…”

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