Page 133 of Renegade Rift

“Oh, Ford,” I whimper, actively trying not to roll my hips and find the friction I want.

“That’s it, love, say my name. Memorize the way it rolls off your tongue. Because if I have it my way, it’s the only name you’ll ever cry out again.”

Well, if I wasn’t wet before, I am now.

I was right to think he was about to play dirty.

But two can play that game.

Ford pulls back and presses a chaste kiss to my cheek. “It's your turn, Juliet.”

I send the dice clattering across the wooden box.

Stroke. Nipples.

My eyes fall to Ford’s already hard peaks in the middle of his chest.

Smaller than that of a woman, I’ve never really taken the time to consider exploring them on a man. But if they make us feel good, they would probably do the same for a guy. Right?

I freaking hope so.

Otherwise, this is about to be real awkward.

I slide my hands up his torso so my fingers wrap around his ribs, and the tips of my thumbs sit just below his nipples.

A choked breath escapes him, and I look up to see he’s gritting his teeth.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”

“Nope.” His voice goes high at the end like he’s trying and failing to keep it together. “Do your worst, but be aware that you are about to encounter a little known fact about me.”

“And that is?” I ask, my curiosity at an all-time high.

“My nipples are sensitive as shit.”

“Is that so?” It’s one of those moments in life where I’ve been handed the keys to the castle and told with great knowledge comes great responsibility.

Only I’ve got the maturity level of a toddler.

Ford reads my thoughts like a book. “Juliet, as much as I love that mischievous look on your face, I?—”

I run the pad of my thumb over his nipple, his words replaced by a delicious, throaty moan.

I arch a brow. “Were you about to say I should play fair like you did?”

“Fuck.” He breathes, but it comes out more of a whimper. “I’m regretting my choices.”

“And I’m loving your honesty.”

Love.

God, what don’t I love about him?

It’s once again a thought for another time.

Again, I run my thumb over his tightened nipple and Ford sucks in a breath, his hips jerking up of their own volition, searching for the warmth of my pussy.

“Please, love.” He hisses. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come embarrassingly fast.”

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