Page 20 of The Game

Mindlessly, I rocked my hips. “We’ve got thirty days together, and outside of any obligations, all I intend to do is feed you and fuck you. Tell me you understand.”

“I do. I do.”

I pawed at her and grinned, bucking hard from underneath. “Save those specific words for when we get married, angel. You’ll need them. Now come for me before I go insane.”

She moaned low and dropped her head back, letting me play until she was splintering and coming so prettily on my chest. I clamped her to me and bucked like a maniac, chasing my second orgasm of the day. Not that she knew about the first.

“Mine,” I gritted out as it hit. “Forever fucking mine.”

* * *

Acouple of hours later, we were back in the car and heading into Deadwater. I could provide Emmeline with everything she needed except clothes and personal possessions, and I wanted her comfortable in our home.

Her bag with her phone, keys, and a lucky change of clothes was all she’d had—it’d been put in the back of my car, not that either of us had noticed until we climbed into it once again—but a quick trip into the city and to her apartment was needed.

She didn’t even check her phone, her time spent with that shy glance on me while I drove.

“What’s going on in that beautiful head?” I asked.

Probably that I’d come on too strong. I’d railed her endlessly. Fuck. I’d mentioned marriage. I needed to dial back the crazy.

“Only that this is… It’s hard to explain.”

I gave an easy shrug. “It isn’t. It’s everything that it’s meant to be. Just go with it.”

She exhaled a laugh. “Going with the flow isn’t like me at all. I overthink everything. I don’t do anything impulsive.”

“Which I’m sure is exactly what you need to be a top-flight surgeon. But how did that work out for relationships?”

She furrowed her brow. I continued.

“For a woman at the pinnacle of her career, you need all that headspace for your job. For everything else, you need to be owned. You needed a man to take the reins and dick you good.”

I wanted to say that it was only me who could do those things for her. But that warning inside me persisted. For all I’d done before we even properly met, I needed time in fucking stalker jail.

Red crept over her cheeks. An answering pulse of need thumped inside me.

“Careful, angel,” I warned. “It’s broad daylight and we’re in town now. Wait until we get inside your place before giving me signs like that.”

Her soft laugh was music to my ears. “You did do that.”

“Do what?”

She blushed deeper and whispered, “Dick me good.”

I groaned in desperation. “Christ, woman. I love putting smutty words into that pristine mouth. When I get you inside, I’ll put something more sizeable in there instead.”

Her little intake of shocked breath nearly had me crashing the car. Somehow, I got us into Deadwater and through the traffic to the street that led to her riverside apartment.

Emmeline sat taller and tilted her head at me. “How did you know to come here? I didn’t give you my address, yet we’re right outside my place.”

Horror sank over me. Shite. I’d fucked up.

I was supposed to be controlling the crazy, yet I’d given myself away at the first hurdle. Of course I knew where she lived. I’d been here several times after I’d got her address from her number plate.

I choked on a half-laugh. “Lucky guess. You told me you lived by the river in an apartment.”

The confusion left her. “Oh, of course. Wow, that was lucky. My space is right there, if my neighbour isn’t in it.”

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