Page 70 of Wild Blades

I help Kali up off the floor and cradle her face in my hands. “That wasn’t staying focused, Kali.” My vision is only just starting to clear. I swear I saw stars when I came or blacked out. Whatever happened, it was fucking great.

“Saturday night wasn’t a onetime thing. We fucked up.” She mirrors my words from earlier. “I can’t move on or forget about it.” Her words do something to my stomach I can’t put my fingeron. It’s like a cyclone on super spin and it’s eating everything in its path, including my logic. She blinks slowly and bites her lip suggestively.

I move in to take what I want because this is what she wants too.

And it’s wrong of me to want her, but it feels so right.

She doesn’t like you as much as you like her… it’s all in your imagination…

The faint reminders of who I truly am deep down bombard my brain.

Impulse coursing through my veins, the air between us shifts, and all I see is her. I can no longer keep ignoring the connection we have.

She does like me. I know she does.

Her lips ghost mine, my breathing becoming labored as if my body knows this is the most important kiss I’ll ever have.

Tap, tap, tap.“Sweetie, it’s me.” We both jump as a flamboyant voice shrills on the other side of the door, making me draw a deep breath that feels a lot like a mix of relief and regret.

“That’s Emmanuel.” Kali smiles nervously, peeling my hands off her jaw as we both step away from one other at the same time.

“We should stop whatever this is.” She motions to the space between us.

We should.

Maybe we shouldn’t.

Maybe it’s better that I didn’t kiss her.

My mind’s a mess.

If I kiss her, I have a feeling it would only make this strange new obsession I have with her a billion times worse.

Surprising me, I hear her muttering under her breath, “Are rules not meant to be broken, Kali?” I almost laugh but pretend I don’t hear her.

Looking back at me, batting her black eyelashes, looking every inch like Cleopatra, she’s a fucking iconic goddess, which would make me Anthony. And that can only mean one thing; we are torn between lust and doing the right thing. If we give in to how we feel, we might just destroy one another in the process, but can we stay apart?

Another knock at the door reminds us that we are taking too long to answer.

“Do I look okay?” Wiping under both eyes and fixing her lipstick in the mirror on the wall, her lips are all swollen and poutier than ever from having them stretched around my cock.

A vision I won’t forget.

“You look…”Fuckable, like I want to bury my cock in your pussy right now fuckable.“… fine.”Not fine.“Great.”Gorgeous.

“Thanks.” Combing her fingers through her hair, she tucks it behind each ear and checks out my cock she just sucked the life out of before instructing me, “Sort yourself out in the bedroom and I’ll help Emmanuel organize your new outfits. Then the realtor at eleven.” With the flick of a switch, she’s back to business, and like the Kali I was introduced to on the first day we met.

This is exactly what we should be like.

Her, my publicist, me, her client.

Keep telling yourself that, Wade, because you know you’ve already crossed the line.

Is there a way to step back over it to undo what we just did?

I don’t think I’ll be able to stay away from her.

But I have to.

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