“Do you want me to kill him?” I ask with dark humor, and her body tenses even more.
I chuckle again and place a kiss on her smooth skin.
“You don’t want me to kill him,” I say, bringing my gaze to her again.
I rest my hand on the root of her neck.
“It’s your ex.”
“What makes you say that?”
I flash a smile.
“Only an ex can drive a woman up the wall, although it’s not worth the jail time to get rid of him.”
Finally, her frown dissolves.
“What did the fucker do?” I ask, slowly stroking her skin below her earlobe.
Goosebumps form beneath my fingertips.
“He’s drunk and sobbing at my door. My neighbor called me to tell me about him and put him on the phone,” she says in response to my questioning look.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to kill him?” I joke, and she shakes her head from side to side before pulling closer to me, tilting her face up, and pressing her lips against mine.
“I don’t want you to get in trouble because of him.”
“I won’t,” I say against her lips. “No one will find his body,” I say, a smile in my voice.
She laughs, amused.
“I hope you’re joking.”
“I hope too, although it’s a possibility.”
She gestures dismissively.
“I’ve already dealt with him. I told him to go home and leave me alone. He was never jealous when we were together, and now he’s suddenly jealous of you.”
“I have this effect on my women’s exes.”
Her smile falters.
“I hope there weren’t that many women,” she murmurs, her eyes flooded with emotions.
“You are the first one,” I say seriously, and her smile vanishes.
She kisses me, and I respond with paced strokes that get me hard and make her burn with passion in my arms.
My hands move down before lifting the hemline of her top and rolling it over her shoulders.
“Killing him is still a possibility, but I understand your concerns,” I say, removing the rest of her clothes.
With her naked and her hair looking like a dark whirlpool, I unbuckle my belt and pull down my zipper before lifting her up and pressing her back against the wall.
My erection stands at attention, so when I let her down, I fill her up smoothly, getting washed by her wetness and earning a satisfied moan from her.
“We fucking earned this,” I say, letting her down even more until her walls are stretched, and some pain sidles up to her, making her wince.
