Page 41 of One More Bad Boy

- Chapter Fourteen -

Bach

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Three miles of curvingBeverly Hills road wasn’t enough time for me to change my mind. Thirteen minutes with my hand up her dress as she writhed in the passenger seat sure as hell wasn’t, either.

There weren’t enough years on this earth for me to decide sleeping with Amina was a mistake. Violet was going to kill me. I didn’t fucking care.

We stumbled through my front door, and as I tried to yank off my jacket, she pulled me off balance. Together we crashed to the floor. Amina sprawled on the silver tiles of the giant music note, her teeth flashing as she laughed. I wondered if she had any clue how beautiful she looked.

Propping on my elbows, I just... watched her. I could do nothing else.

“Stop it,” she said.

“Stop what?”

“Looking at me like that. It’s too much.”

Curling my lip, I smoothed her hair away from her forehead. “Oh, baby doll, if you expect me to stop staring at you, you’ve got a lot of nerve.” I brushed my mouth on hers; she shivered under me. “No one tells me what to do. Especially not when it’s something I have no control over. I’ve been watching you helplessly since the moment you walked into my life.”

Her fingers clawed in the front of my shirt, ripping the buttons asunder. I reached back, throwing it and my jacket into a pile without ending our kiss. She tasted like sugared lemons and brisk ice; a summer memory that could never be shaken free.

Amina wrenched at my tie, the only thing I wore above my waist. “Upstairs. Now.”

“That’s my line,” I growled, scooping her into my arms. She squealed at how I held her tight, my legs pumping as I rushed towards my bedroom. My door bounced off the rubber stopped from how hard I kicked it open.

Standing her up, my fingers found the zipper at the back of her neck. Her hands held my jaw, refusing to release me because she wanted to let our tongues dance again. She shut her eyes; I copied her, enjoying how my other senses heightened. Her touch created buttery tingles in my belly.

“Let me look at you,” I said thickly. I backed away, just enough to allow me to absorb Amina in all of her glory. The plum dress was crumpled around her ankles; she wore nothing but lingerie and high-heels. Call me crude, but one of the hottest things is a nearly naked woman in nothing but heels.

The only thing hotter is being fully naked.

“Bed,” I commanded, gripping her upper arms, “Now.” I kissed her once more before I pushed her backwards onto the mattress. She gasped, splaying out with her arms above her head. There was heat burning in her eyes, her pupils tiny as the tip of a pin. Enjoying her full attention, I unlatched my belt. “How long have you been wanting this from me?” I asked.

Amina startled, waking from her daze. “What?”

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