Page 94 of Corrupt Me

“No, love. This is madness. Our madness.”

I don’t come in her though. Pulling out, I spray her back and ass, smirking at the work of art I created.

She arches a playful brow at me. “So proud of yourself, aren’t you?”

“Get used to seeing my marks on you.”

I stand her up and drag her over to the shower, taking her mouth in a long, sensual kiss, caressing her until her body recovers from the shivers. With a contented sigh, she squirts shower gel into her palms and bathes me. I dip my head so she can wash my hair as well. But her pretty nipples are right there in my line of sight, and I can’t help myself, so I suck on one.

“Stop it. I need to focus.” She squirms.

“How am I impeding that?”

“With that sinful mouth, you’d corrupt a damn nun.”

“The only person I want to corrupt is you.”

“I am thoroughly corrupted.” She giggles and moves to rinse my body next. Her care and tenderness wash over me, cleansing me of my past. She has to be magic because her touch is healing—my angel.

Then it’s my turn as my hands draw her sinuous body to me, and we give in to our need one more time.

This surpasses addiction.

Obsession has nothing on me.

Madness is too tame a word to describe my feelings.

I’ve fallen. Hard. And I’ll keep falling because there’s no end to what I feel for her.

When we move to the bedroom, both our phones ping with messages. I pick up mine and see a text from Abi in the group chat.

Presence is mandatory. This goes for you, too, Hunter. I made reservations at the club tonight.

I mumble under my breath, my fingers hovering over the keyboard.

“Stop frowning and say yes.” Bailey blushes a fiery red. “Do you think they know what we’re doing?”

“What they’re all doing as well.”

“I’m happy for Blake.”

I know it’s ameproblem, but I can’t help myself. Irrational, that’s what I am with her, and I doubt there’s a cure.

“How so?” I ask while she hops out of bed and picks a dress from the walk-in closet.

“Blake and I have always shared a deeper connection. Even within our tight-knit group, there’s always been this pressing need to make sure the other is okay, to be more present in each other’s lives.”

“Did you?” I swallow that football-sized lump, not even being able to say it.

Her face scrunches up. “No, not like that. It’s hard to explain. But we kind of always revolved around each other.”

“That’s why you didn’t tell Kaden where he was?”

She tilts her head, a pensive look crossing her face. “I was mad at him. Kaden didn’t see past the worry of losing Celine, and I knew Blake could never betray us. He’s too loyal for that. And even if I understood Kaden’s point of view—Blake’s plan was highly risky—he didn’t handle the situation well. I guess neither of them did.”

“You’re loyal too.”

She lowers her head in acknowledgment, and then we both dress. It takes every ounce of steel willpower not to maul her. Her strawberry mane bounces down her chest in loose curls, stopping at her nipples. She’s wearing a tight red dress with a deep V-neckline that shows nothing but everything, molding to her like a second skin.

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