Page 135 of Renegade Rift

“That was some stroke of my nipples,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“But did you like it?”

“Like it?” His voice is groggy like a Sunday morning. “Love, you’ll have to barricade your door to stop me from asking you for a repeat.”

“Mmm,” I hum against his chest, pressing a kiss to his salty skin. “I believe it’s your turn.”

“Are we still playing?” he asks, and even though I know he means the dice, it feels like a moment of reality knocking at the door.

“I think we should.”

Just for tonight,I remind myself, even though I know my answer. We’re not playing. Not anymore. This thing between us is real, and I want it.

I focus on the beat of Ford’s heartbeat as he picks up the dice and rolls.

“Lick, XXX,” he purrs, pure amusement in his tone. “I’m going to enjoy this one.”

I pop up and rest my elbows on his chest and my chin in my hands. “Is that so?”

“Absolutely.” He grins devilishly, sending a shockwave of lust through me. “I can’t wait to give your pussy the lashing it deserves after you didn’t let me come inside you.”

“But—”

“Uh-uh.” He presses a finger to my lips. “Choices were made, and now you get to pay the consequences.”

I nip at his finger, but he pulls away just in time. “And what are those?”

His lips twitch at the corners. “Remember, we come together?”

“Yeah,” I respond, warily.

“And I won’t be coming until I’m inside you.”

The implication smacks me right in the clit.

He’s not going to let me come by his mouth. Only his cock.

“You’re going to punish me? Even after you came so hard?”

“Think of it as funishment until I’m hard again and can make love to that sweet pussy of yours.” He smiles and helps me sit up between his legs. “Now lie back, Juliet, and get comfortable.”

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

FORD

I don’t know where to look first.

Her eyes—darkened with lust and desire.

Her breasts—hard and poking through the black lace that I both love and loathe because it’s hiding her perfect body from me.

Her pussy—where the evidence of her arousal stares at me in the form of a damp spot that matches the one on the front of my briefs.

“Fuck, love,” I growl.

I still can’t believe the little minx made me come in my pants. I should be embarrassed, and I would be if I wasn’t so fucking proud of her for taking what she wanted.

Just the thought of that and the sight of her is enough to make my cock take notice again. It’s half hard already, and I guarantee that after a few minutes between her legs, I’ll be ready to deliver on my promise.

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