Page 8 of Resurfaced Passion

Man, he hated his jealous streak.

He hated his insanely hard dick more.

“It’s nice to see you, we don’t often get many of the Renegade Souls boys in this early. And Reaper rarely brings a friend.” She gave him a smile and all his organs settled back in their rightful places as relief poured into his chest.

“I wonder why that is,Hermano, hm?” Nudged Capone. “I’m just here for a takeout coffee, I’ll head to the counter. See you later, Reap.”

He didn’t feel bad for not telling Capone to stay.

“Do you know what you’d like this morning?”

Sweet as sugar. Her voice. He loved listening to it.

She topped up someone’s coffee at the next table then brought her eyes back to him. Her face blushed instantly before she averted her gaze, but they never strayed for too long.

“What do you think I want today?”

Same question. Different day. He enjoyed the quirk of her smile when she chewed on the end of her pen then pointed at him. Every day she chose something different for his breakfast. “Hmm…I got it. Country ham hash with two sunny side up eggs and a side of French toast.”

“Perfect.”

She beamed and wrote it down on her pad.

“I’ll be right back, Reaper.” One step away and he called out her name. She turned and looked at him so earnestly he felt the look in his gut.

Look at me, Paige. See me, Paige.

“Are you good?”

She chuckled. He’d asked her that question a million times and she never asked him why.

“Beside the oven dying this morning when I was trying to bake ten pies and my aching feet, I’m good, Reaper. Be right back with your food, don’t go anywhere.”

He was right where he wanted to be.

Watching her as always.

His mouth watered with the way the curve of her hips moved subtly with each step as if she was treading through water. She was slim but rounded in the right places and his eyes glued to her ass in that god-awful shapeless uniform.

The soft little bounce of her breasts. Everything made his mouth water.

Every. Single. Time. With no exception.

He felt his throat thicken as he leaned forward in the booth. Not caring if he got caught staring. It was far too late for that.

He understood why his club boys dove into one woman after another. Not just because sex was fucking amazing. Best feeling in the world.

But it was everything else that came with that raging orgasm. The softness of the woman beneath them. The curl of her legs and the whisper breaths.

He missed all that and hungered for it with Paige.

At this point he was a drowning man.

She was flawlessly affable, and he was officially fucking transfixed.

There was no sticking a fork in him because Reaper was done long ago.

His cock was constantly half-hard when he was around her, and he had to fight to keep it at bay. He never wanted to scare her, though he sometimes caught her watching him with a kind of awe and wonder on her face.

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