Page 33 of Recklessly Rogue

“You’re not taking this.”

“If you need one, there are more in the drawer.” My attempt to sound bored and unaffected fails spectacularly as my voice comes out breathless.

“I do like that purple one,” he says, his voice low and husky.

Fuck, we had fun with that one.

“Just be sure you clean it up after.” I try to grab the pink one back, but it holds it up, out of reach.

He leans in, our noses only a couple of inches apart, his breath hot on my lips. “You are not going to be in the next room with just a wall between us, getting yourself off with a vibrator, thinking about me, Gem.”

My pussy clenches hard. “Fine,” I manage somehow. “I’ll think about Taylor Zakhar Perez. No problem at all.” The actor has dark hair, dark eyes, and medium brown skin, smiles a lot, and has no British accent. In other words, he’s not like Henry at all.

Henry’s eyes narrow, but one corner of his mouth tips up. “I’m not worried.” He reaches up and strokes the tip of the vibrator down my cheek to my lips, then over my bottom lip. “I know very well that you think of me whenever anything is between these gorgeous thighs.” He presses the vibrator more firmly against my lip and I catch my breath. “Up against your sweet clit.” My lips part and he slides the tip of the vibrator just inside my mouth. “Inside your tight, hot pussy.”

Then he withdraws it and tucks it into his pocket. I give a little gasp of indignation.

“No orgasms that I’m not giving you while I’m under the same roof. You want to come, you come to me.”

Now I narrow my eyes. “Absolutely not. That isnotignoring each other.”

“You blew the idea of me ignoring you when you got involved with April and Chris.”

We’re keeping our voices low so that we don’t disturb April and Elliot but the husky whispering makes me think of all the nights we were in bed together. The dirty talk. The sweet talk.

I frown at him. “Now that you know the situation, you know I had to get involved.”

He gives a single nod. “And you know that onceIunderstood the situation, I had to come and make sureyouwere okay.”

“You’re not going to be able to keep doing that,” I say softly.

His gaze is intent as his eyes lock on mine. “Yes. I will.”

A ribbon of heat and need snakes through me and it’s not simply the usual I-want-you craving. It’s also the desire to be taken care of that way. To have someone drop everything and just show up. Someone who will take away some of the stress and worry.

But I can’t get used to that.

He’s not coming with me to New Orleans and even if he thinks he can just show up whenever he thinks I might need him, he’s not Batman. He won’t know every time I could use a hand, every night I’m just a little lonely, every single situation where a hundred dollars could make all the difference. There will belotsof all of those. But I’ll be over a thousand miles away. He won’t be able to get to me within minutes. Regardless of what he thinks, he can’t just snap his fingers and make everything better.

He’s making the choice to stay here with Cian and there’s no doubt in my mind—or probably his—that I’ll find more people to take care of and more situations to get mixed up in. Fighting “the bad guys” is what’s drawing me to law school. Trying to even the playing field a bit, making things fairer between the ‘haves’ and the ‘have nots’ is my mission.

And there are a lot of ‘have-nots’.

I lift my chin. “You can take all of my toys and make all the declarations you want to. I still have fingers, you know.”

Heat flares in his eyes and he leans even closer. “Yes. You do. And I have a hand. I guess turnabout is fair play, then. And I’ll be in your bed, won’t I, Gem? Surrounded by your scent. In the sheets where I fucked you over and over. With a drawer full of your pretty little knickersright there.”

My eyes widen. Clearly, he’s promising to jerk offwith my panties in my bed. I don’t smile at his use of ‘knickers’ this time. I’m concentrating too hard on not begging him to take me right here against the wall.

“Henry—” I start, but he takes my hand and lifts it to his mouth.

He slides the index and middle finger of my right hand into his mouth. He runs his tongue along my middle digit, making me moan. Then he sucks. Then lets me go.

Yes. The fingers he just wet are the ones I would have to use. As he knows. I’m right-handed. And those are the ones I used when he made me give myself an orgasm while he propped up between my thighs and watched.

God, that was so hot.

And yes, I’ve replayed it in my mind many times since then. While having my fingers between my legs in the bed where he’ll be sleeping.

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