Page 126 of Renard's Deliverance

“Shut up, Gem.”

“That’s rude.”

“So is telling me I’m too old to carry my girl around.”

Okay. Why did her body go all warm every time he called her his girl? It was bizarre.

And she liked it.

A lot.

“Sorry. Just trying to save your back.”

“You saying I can’t carry around a tiny thing like you?”

“Tiny? Have you seen my ass?”

“Seen it. Touched it. Smacked it. You say anything bad about it, then I’m gonna go back to my apartment, get my bag, and paddle it.”

Right.

“Didn’t say anything bad,” she said hastily. “Just that I’ve got tits and an ass so I’m not exactly small.”

“Happen to fucking love tits and an ass,” he told her. “Condoms?”

She scrambled up to the nightstand and pulled out the box.

“This hasn’t been opened,” he said, taking the box so he could tear off the plastic.

Opal shrugged, not knowing how he wanted her to reply.

“Good,” he said. “Means I don’t have to kill the bastard who slept with you.”

“You can’t kill someone for sleeping with me,” she told him as he rolled the condom onto his fine, fine dick.

Which she really wanted to touch.

“Sure I can. What I can’t do is see his face every day knowing that he touched what belongs to me.”

What belongs to him temporarily.

Stop that!

He crawled over her, pushing her onto her back. She stared up at him.

“Mine,” he growled at her, then his mouth went around her nipple and he sucked.

Hard.

Lord.

She felt that all the way through her body. Her breath grew faster as he moved his mouth to her other nipple.

“All fucking mine.”

And then his dick was entering her. It was a shock, but a welcome one and she moaned.

Loudly.

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