Page 40 of Such a Bad Girl

‘Fuck me,’ she whispered, drawing closer until her lips grazed mine. ‘Own me.’

My pulse thundered.

’And what will you do?’ I whispered, opening my mouth to taste her.

‘The same, Sir.’

‘Don’t you want to try a normal relationship?’ I wanted so badly to call her mine. Job or no job.

She yanked harder, forcing my head back as she knelt over me.

‘Fuck. No.’ Her voice lowered, becoming raspy. ‘I want possession, Henry. A battle for top place. Iwant you to force me to submit to you. Iwillforce you to submit to me. Why settle for a breeze when you can have a fucking tornado?’

God fucking damn.

This woman.

‘Why indeed?’ I said, lifting the champagne bottle. ‘I brought a gift.’

‘I love it!’

‘Wanna taste?’ I taunted her, lifting a brow.

‘Always,’ she said, before kissing me in that slow, decadent way that made my toes fucking curl.

She released me long enough to pop the cork before taking the dripping bottle from my hand. Enraptured, I watched her tip a glug of the golden liquid into her mouth. Bex groaned as she swallowed, her throat bobbing. I grazed my lips over the soft skin below her chin.

‘Want some?’ She asked.

‘Yes,’ I said, licking my way over her pulse until she jerked my chin upward.

‘Open up, Sir.’ She swigged from the bottle before positioning her mouth above mine and dribbling the effervescent drink between us.

My dirty, dirty girl.

‘So, I’m not allowed to date you, but can I take you for pizza sometime?’

Bex licked the champagne from my lips before answering.

‘I can do pizza.’

EPILOGUE

REBECCA

Nerves hadme shifting from foot to foot in line. Mom and Dad sat in the crowd, and seeing them at Willem felt strangely alien

I scanned the sea of faces, searching for the only one I really wanted to see.

Henry.

After three years of skulking around together, it was finally almost time to tell the world he wasmine.

But where was he?

‘Rebecca Benson,’ the caller announced.

My breath shook as I took a step out onto the stage, heels clipping against the polished wood. The full height red velvet curtains towered behind the selection of staff. Henry had been in the procession earlier, but he was nowhere to be seen.

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