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That mouth made her want things.

He’d ordered her a spicy chicken burger with relish sauce. Huh? How did he know it was her favorite? She couldn’t recall ever telling him. When she popped the burger bun up to check its assembly, she smiled. It had extra pickles, so many pickles she licked her lips … right then Reaper lifted the pickles off his burger and tossed them onto hers.

She took a giant bite too and moaned. It was so good. But Paige couldn’t recall ever telling Reaper of her pickle love either. Good guess, she supposed.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“Just call me the cockblocking ambassador.” - Reaper

“I should go.”

“No.”

“I think you scared Newton enough he won’t bother trying to see me again, Reaper.” She told him with her breath brushing against his shoulder.

“Newton,” he muttered with a derisive smirk. “Pussy fucking name for a pussy guy.”

She giggled, nudging his arm with hers.

He didn’t know at what portion of the night she ended up curled against his whole right side of his body on the couch, she’d started at the other end and slowly she’d moved across and Reaper wasn’t hating it. In fact he’d started drawing patterns on the back of her hand an hour ago while they watched some crap TV she loved, and now that hand was on his thigh.

Total fucking torturedbliss.

He was in agony wanting to drag her into his lap and devour her. What fucking siren fragrance was she wearing? Whatever it was affected his dick because he’d been throbbing for hours and couldn’t even reach down to adjust his cock for comfort.

Unable to mention herdateyet. But it was coming. Just not while he was still feeling murderous pain caving in the middle of his chest, replaying that whole scene behind his eyelids. As mad as he’d been seeing her with another guy—and make no mistake, Reaper wanted to put her over his lap to spank her raw against dating ever again. Not to mention how dumb it was to meet a fucking stranger like that who’d scared her.

He got it.Paige only wanted what all women did; to be wanted, needed, loved.

And if he were in any way a decent man—a less possessive man, he would let her find someone who could give her those things.

But he wasn’t. He was fuckingobsessedwith keeping her, even being trapped in the same moment unable to do anything about it, he couldn’t dampen the rage of ownership.

He was so damn screwed up inside.

If he made a move on her everything could change.

She could hate him.

But the compulsion felt like bile in his throat.

Some emotions were compelling.

He’d always told himself it was better to have half of Paige than none at all.

He accepted it… most days.

Tonight? Not so much, not when his tongue ached to lick the side of her neck she was exposing to him.

“Hey?” She jostled him and he looked her way. “You’re quiet. What’s up?”

God, her face. Her beautiful face made him happy.Tortured him.

And all the words fell out of his mouth like vomit. “I don’t want you going on anymore dates.”

Her mouth made an O shape then snapped closed.

“What if that fucking guy had dragged you off to his crappy Prius? You’re like a hundred pounds dripping wet, he could have shoved you in his trunk no problem.”

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