Page 62 of Wanting the Winger

“You sure about that?”I squeeze her ass and she lets out a little moan.“You might get more than you bargained for.”

Her exhale brushes across my lips, warm and sensual.“I’ve been reading dirty romance novels since I was fourteen.I don’t want it soft and sweet.I want to be used by you.I want you to...”Her voice trails off and every muscle in my body tightens as I wait for her to continue.

“What?Tell me what you want, Lane.Please.”

“I want you to tell me I’m a good girl while you’re coming on me,” she whispers.“Make me be dirty for you and then tell me how much you like it.”

I groan and kiss her jawline, then her neck, murmuring against her skin.“You want to be my dirty girl?”

“Yes.”

“No one else ever gets to see that side of you.That’s only for me.”

She gasps softly.“Yes.I’ve never told anyone else what I want.”

I hold her close, my heart hammering against my rib cage.“I want to know all of it.And I want to give you anything you want from me.Of me.I never want you to look at another man and wish for anything.”

She sinks her nails into my shoulder as I kiss her neck.“Will I be the only woman you wish for, though?”

“You already are,” I say softly in her ear.“You know me in ways no one else does.You love me for who I am, even though I’m not as brilliant and funny as you are.”

She hums as the car slows to a stop.“Yes, you are.And I do love you, Bash.So much.”

We’re at my house.That has to be why the car isn’t moving.But I don’t want to get out.I’ve never had such an intimate exchange with anyone, and I don’t want it to end.

She moves off my lap, packing her things back into her purse.

I help, passing her a pack of gum and a lipstick.“That was nice of you to offer Mara your bag to puke in.”

“I’m glad she didn’t need it.”

We get out of the car and I walk over to the driver, passing him a cash tip.“Thanks, man.”

“Thank you, sir.”He waves and drives away.Lainey and I walk to my garage door keypad.

“A shower and pajamas sounds nice,” she says.

“Wear the ones with cats in cowboy hats.”

She laughs.“Those aren’t sexy at all.Don’t you want to know what you’re missing?”

I kiss her.“They’re sexy on you.And good things come to those who wait.”

She leads the way into the house, my gaze locked onto her ass.The things I’m going to do to that ass.I want her body so badly I’m practically shaking,

Soon.Very soon.

ChapterTwenty

Lainey

I open my eyes,surprised when it’s not Bash’s guest room I see.

His bedroom has simple white walls with no decor.A framed black-and-white photo of his parents sits on his dresser beside another one of Kramer, his childhood dog.

I used to peek through my bedroom blinds to see him when he walked Kramer, a beagle.Every evening, they’d go by, Kramer’s nose to the ground and his tail wagging.

His king-size bed is firm and comfortable.I fell asleep so quickly after I took a shower and put on the pajamas he requested.

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