Page 31 of The Right Woman

Her only reply is a smug smile, so I grip her hair and pull her head back while thrusting up inside her. She gasps until her lips part enough for me to gather some spit and launch it inside onto her tongue. I follow the action with another bruising kiss until we’re swapping everything between us, her moans fueling my savage movements. My hips force the air from her lungs every time she sits down on my lap, and I slap them up into her. The base of my cock is soaked with her arousal, my balls aching for relief.

To get her to come quickly before I do, I snake my palms up my sweatshirt and underneath her top, then pinch a nipple. Then the other until she squeals into my waiting mouth. Her patchouli scent coats my skin until it becomes a part of me. Untilsheis a part of me. There’s no backing out now. I’ve broken all my rules for her. All for this little spitfire who won’t behave.

“Adon…” she breathes heavily against my neck. My palm swats her ass hard over the generous fabric of her skirt until she changes her tone. “Daddy!”

“That’s right. Come for me, Rosy. Use me. Cream my cock and give meeverything.”

This girl has driven me crazy since the moment I laid eyes on her. There’s something she hides away, and I can’t stand it. Now that my own walls have broken down, I can’t stop. I won’t be able to take it if she goes into her hole and won’t let me in again.

Spring green with a hint of rain catches my eyes until we hold each other’s gaze while she comes with a cry. I open my mouth wide and press it over hers to capture her scream, then shove myself as deep as I can and release along with her.

Squirming away and out of breath, she sits back while I’m still inside her and gives me a shocked look. “I thought you said you’d wear a condom.”

My jaw tightens as my cock leaks inside her with another pulse. “Shit.”

Chapter

Fourteen

PIPER

Thanksgiving is the worst.Obnoxious and creepy, my father continually hits on my eighteen-year-old best friend, trying to impress her with hisconquestsand asking for her number after. My mother, half drunk, goes on and on about my father’s love affairs with anyone and everyone who will listen.

“Even dead women.” She laughs heartily between sips of her wine.

When I finally get home and collapse onto my comfortable sofa bed, I gaze at the cracked ceiling above me. None of those events come close to what’s actually causing me anguish.

If I’m honest, the worst has been avoiding Adon for the last week. Notavoiding, just not seeing him. After our last hookup, he brought me home, and I told him that I’m not taking any hormones. No morning-after pill or anything. It almost brought me to tears when he stroked my cheek with his thumb, standing right over there at the doorway to my place and said, “No problem, Rosy. You know how I feel.”

But I don’t. He said I couldn’t hang with him because he had the kids and his aunt visiting from Greece. Not that I’d want to intrude.

We aren’t athing.

And the thought of having to take another morning-after pill after the last time makes me hurl my guts into the toilet. Or maybe it was my mother’s cooking. I shouldn’t be the one to have to do anything. Adon should have wrapped it up. Or gotten a vasectomy. Whatever.

In the passion of rescue and the bubble of his protection, I let him fuck me. And kiss me. That was wild. He’d never done that before, and it fucked with my head.

No pricks, Piper. Stop it.

Maybe I should go back to therapy.

Whenever he texts me over the next week, I send him back an “Ok” or a thumbs-up. The texts get more insistent, asking how I’m doing, if there’s something wrong, then demanding to come over to see him. Once he said he’s on his way over to my place, but I hurriedly told him I was out at the club, then grabbed my coat and darted out to the street, heading straight to The Warehouse for a drink.

Two weeks after we last saw each other, I get a call from a number in the city. “Hello?”

“Piper?” I don’t recognize the voice.

“Yeah?”

“Hey, it’s Tate from Griffin Motors. I, uh… Well, I was the one taking a look at your car this past week, and I think you need to come down here to discuss the problem. Can you come by today?”

Swallowing, my eyebrows stitch together. Is this Adon’s way of getting me to see him again? By using his best friend? Or is there something actually wrong?

“Sure. I get done at the library at three. Does that time work?”

“Oh, yeah. We don’t close until six.”

The tone of his voice makes me feel weird. Like…there’s somethingwrong. “Okay, I’ll be there before then. Thanks.”

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