She tilts her head. “Fine. What do you want? Money? My pussy?”
I admit, the thought of her sacrificing herself, her body, to save me is such a fucking turn-on that my bulge just twitched. But she’s been so good to me, and I don’t want to mess up what we have. Not when I was alreadythisclose to losing her.
“My father owns several casinos. I have all the money in the world, Freckles … why would I ever desire yours when you have something far more valuable to offer me?” He steps closer to her, taunting her, and the sight makes me lean in to have a closer look.
He curls a strand of her red hair around his finger. “You have something I desire more than anything, something no amount of money could ever buy.”
He wants her. Desperately.
The way she looks up at him has me foaming at the mouth.
Why does it feel so fucking good to watch them do something so very, very wrong?
“What I want is a kiss.”
“A kiss? That’s it?” she mutters, confused.
“That’s it.”
That can’t be it. He wanted her submission last time. Why would he settle for just a kiss?
“Are you going to commit this time? Or are you going to bail out on the agreement again and leave me high and dry?” His eyes narrow. “Because I think you know by now the cost is going to be high.”
She swallows and briefly glances at me. I nod, and she steps closer to him.
“Can you bend over?” she asks. “You’re too tall.”
A lopsided grin forms on his face. “I don’t bend for anyone, Freckles.”
Her nostrils flare. “Fine.” She steps on his toes, but he doesn’t even seem to mind as she stretches her legs and toes to reach him.
“Kiss me like you kiss him,” he whispers.
A brief pause follows. She glances at him, lips pursed as tightly as my pants. And when their mouths collide, I nearly melt into the mattress as deeply as she’s melting into him.
Fuck, that’s hot.
Their mouths collide in the most sinful kiss imaginable. His hand curls around her waist, and he pulls her in closer, smashing his lips onto hers as he moans, and it makes my bulge grow.
Fuck.
Why am I so affected?
I’ve seen her kiss him before, and I know what my kink is. I love seeing her with other people.
This isn’t any different … right?
My fingers dig into my thigh as she plants the sweetest kisses on his lips, just like she does to me, and fuck me, I don’t know if I’m grinding my teeth out of jealousy or out of arousal.
When her lips pull away, the pink hue that stains them is enough to make me gulp.
Good God.
She glances my way, the embarrassment flushing her cheeks red, and she swiftly steps off his toes. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to make a whole spectac—”
“Yes, you did,” Apollo interjects. “That was a good kiss. Don’t you agree, Grey?”
My eyes widen. “What? Why are you asking me?”
