Page 76 of Breaking Point
She goes on to explain how she blackmailed her boss, and although it sounds badass, I can’t help but point out, “That’s not revenge, that was you demanding what was rightfully owed to you.” Turning to her, I wiggle my brows. “Want to switch their shampoo’s with hair removal creams?”
She bursts out laughing. “Of all the things to suggest,thatis not one I saw coming.”
Shrugging, I hold on to the sound of her joy, savoring the warmth that floods me. I’m about to suggest another ludicrous idea when giggles fill the air, along with words that make dread coil sharply in my gut.
“I’m telling you, Stacy! I saw him come this way.”
“Why would he be around here?”
A groan follows. “I don’t know and I don’t care. I waited long enough for you to put makeup on, and I’m not waiting any longer.”
Bella’s eyes widen as she stares at me. If I wasn’t afraid of them hearing me, I’d be cursing like a sailor.
Forgetting our food, I clasp her hand and pull her along behind me, hurrying through the endless tent flaps, careful to not trip over the tent pegs. It’s one thing to be seen out in public, it’s another to allow Bella to be cornered by a group of puck bunnies.
A startled gasp rings out and I turn, thinking it’s Bella, only for my gaze to lock on not two but four women pointing at me.
Now I do curse.
Quickly darting left, I continue to pull Bella along behind me until the large photo booth in the corner comes into view. “Quick, this way.”
Bella snickers as someone screams like a banshee. “Are they always this neurotic?”
“Unfortunately.”
Parting the photo booth drape, I keep my head low as I nestle inside, realizing at the same time as Bella that my large frametakes up all the room. Over her shoulder, a head of blonde hair rushes between the tents.
Without thinking, I wrap my hands around Bella’s waist and pull, yanking the drape closed behind her. I’m breathing heavily, my ears straining to hear.
“Fuck, Stacy, your loud mouth scared him off!”
“Who was he with?”
“I didn’t recognize her.”
A scoff. “And what, you know his rotation?”
“Yes, actually, I do, and he doesn’t have one.”
Someone else huffs. “I think I saw him go this way. There’s another couple moving through the lanes.”
“Don’t fuck this up for me, Stacy.”
My head drops back with athunkagainst the photo booth as they walk off. Thankfully, none of them saw me dart inside. I lift my head, suddenly realizing how we managed to fit inside.
Bella sits atop my thighs, her ass nestled into my lap.
My mind notices our position the same moment my dick does, and it takes everything in me not to groan. She fits perfectly, and I’m not sure why, but it doesn’t surprise me in the slightest.
My hands are still splayed across her stomach and they flex instinctively, drawing a hitch of her breath. Swallowing thickly, my gaze tracks down her body, remembering that she’s wearing a dress, remembering how easy it would be to lift it.
My mouth waters—fuckingsalivates—over the thought of sliding my palm through her long brown strands and smashing those plump pink lips to mine.
She wiggles, her body twitching slightly, and the movement brushes her core against my large hard length. Her lips part, her cheeks flushing and her eyes turning glazed as they fill with heat.
She’s beautiful, so incredibly beautiful I feel like I’ll be on the verge of death if I don’t have her.
Fuck.
