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He watched a whole silent conversational war going down in her eyes, he had to wonder which side she’d land on.

He waited.

And fucking waited.

“I want to fuck.” She hissed yanking on his hair, making his head meet hers in the middle and this time it was Luxe who got inside his mouth first, swirling her gorgeous tongue to push him into madness, her taste blasted and they moaned together.

She wants to fuck me. Thank god.

“Let’s go.”

Latching onto her hand, she had to jog a little to keep up with his stride, he didn’t dare glance sideways at her or he’d take her down to the ground and fuck them both stupid on the sidewalk. There was nothing he wanted more than to tear those clothes off and take her right there, make her scream and beg and gush her pleasure all over him.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Grinder walked a little faster, her fingers flexed inside his and only when he reached his bike did he cast her a hungry look. The same look mirrored on her face.

“We didn’t pay back there.” She laughed.

Damn. She was right, they’d left their food half eaten, too busy chasing her outside so he could… what? Dry hump her against a wall like a damn teenager too out of control of his own hormones.

His cock ached behind his zipper reminding him he was still out of control.

“I’ll go back and pay later.”

He hit green lights the whole way home.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

“When doubts creep in, drown them in pleasure. – Luxe

Luxe woke in slow increments, too warm to move she didn't want sleep to vanish just yet, but it was the gentle in-out motion of something underneath her that caused both eyes to ping open and realize she was fully laid out on top of Grinder who was fast asleep.

He had her fully encapsulated in his beefy arms, one looped around her waist, and his other hand rested on her ass cheek, before she’d startled awake her face had been curled into the crook of his neck, it was the tickling of his beard that had roused her.

In sleep he looked soft, no demanding lines marred his forehead, his hair was straight tufts, she found herself grinning as she reached up and brushed the mop out of his face. It was hard to believe this was the same man who had done unspeakably dirty things to her last night when he was juiced on adrenalin.Dios, he’d been a man possessed, even now as she stirred a little her inner thighs protested. This man, who didn’t even snore, was the same man who had whispered filthy orders in her ear while he pounded her from behind with his rutting cock.

Had she fallen asleep on top of him, or crawled there in the night? Had he pulled her across the bed and placed her on his chest? Tendrils of warmth flooded her for that evocative option, here she was now captured once more by him, unable to uncork the truth and admit she liked being right here with him.

That truth was too heavy, too insane to deal with.

Curling the edges with ashes and disappointment, and then leaving nothing but spent ash in her mind. Doubts were minefields to Luxe, she’d rather be a moody bitch, a constant scowl than feel as if she’s not worthy of someone’s attention.

Her mom left and while it doesn’t pain as it once was, that niggle in the back of her mind is what stops her growing closer to anyone past a certain level of comfort, the moment she hits that level she finds some way to sabotage, to reset to default and start over again, because in her mind, everyone leaves eventually, she is only speeding up the process and saving herself the heartache.

She can handle anything but the doubts. Some vestige of self-protection exists because she keeps all her questions inside like a coward.

It was a full proof plan until Grinder had come along.

Does he like me?

Is this going anywhere?

Is it just sex?

Should I leave first?

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