Page 27 of Parrish

“Always giving me that sunshine,” he murmurs as his gaze drifts lower, falling onto my breasts. “You want to get fucked, yeah?” he growls, inching closer.

“Do I need to get down on my knees and beg?”

His eyes darken with unbridled desire as he bites the inside of his cheek and stares at me like I’m his last meal.

“You get down on your knees the only thing you’re doing is sucking my cock.”

I smile at him.

As much as Jack needs the light, so do I. I’m done with the heavy burden of truth. Done with the tears and what ifs. Done with words. For the rest of the night, until he surrenders, I want to communicate with our bodies.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here, Parrish,” I say softly.

It’s time for me to be branded by the Bulldog.

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