Page 102 of The Penalty

If I thought for a single second that an orgasm was what he wanted, I’d already have his cock in my throat. But it’s not what he wants.

Grabbing his hips, I pull myself up, but the quick change makes me light headed and I stumble, knocking Rhys into the wall with a grunt.

“Are you okay?”

My head swims, and my heartbeat is loud in my ears. With one hand on his shoulder, I shake my head to clear it but lose my balance. His desk jams into my thigh, giving me a dead leg. I hiss at the pain of that and lurch forward too fast, slamming my forehead into the wall.

Hands grab for me, but I’m falling and there’s nothing Rhys can do about it. I hit the floor on my knees with a hard thud, but I finally stop moving.

“Mother fucking son of a bread bag!”

“Fucking Christ, are you okay?” Rhys pulls on my wrist to see my head, squatting in front of me. “How did you not break the skin? You cracked the plaster!”

I rub the sore spot on both my thigh and my forehead. “That did not go the way I planned.”

Rhys gives me ano shitlook, but I’m kind of distracted by his lack of shirt and unbuckled belt. It’s a sexy, disheveled appearance that I would very much like to explore more later.

“Seriously, look at me.” He lifts my chin and meets my eyes. Probably checking for pupil dilation.

“I don’t have a concussion, I’m just clumsy. I get it from my mom.”

“How about your leg?” He nods toward the hand still rubbing at it.

“I’m sure I’ve had worse.”

“You really are a panda bear.” Rhys chuckles and tells me to lie back so he can help me out of my fancy ass pants. He makes quick work of the belt and between the two of us, we get them past my butt and off.

“That looks like it’s going to bruise.”

“If anyone asks about it, I’m telling them it was a sex injury.”

“And if you have a mark on your forehead?”

“That one too.” I sit up and lean back on my hands.

“And what are you going to tell them when they ask how you got them?” Rhys unbuttons my shirt, but he’s got a little smile on his face. “You have practice tomorrow?”

“Yup.”

He stands and offers me a hand up. Once I’m standing, he pushes my shirt off and I get his pants off, then pull him against me. Skin to skin is the best.

Rhys turns his face into my neck and sighs, some of the tension leaving him.Good job, self.

I kiss his hair, and I can feel him smile against my skin.

“Thank you. I guess I needed this more than I thought.”

“Everyone needs hugs. It’s like an iguana brain thing.”

“Lizard.”

“Huh?”

“Never mind.”

He lifts his head, and I drop my mouth to his. This kiss is slow and comforting. Content.

“Oh! I have something for you!” I forgot I hid something in his closet a few weeks ago.Perfect timing, skull-jello.

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