I knew this was a bad idea the second she swung her leg over mine, but I didn’t stop her because she was on my lap, soft and warm and so fucking close.
I needed her signature. I needed her to come with me to close out the estate, to face that house. That was the whole reason I was here. This—whatever this was—could blow everything to hell real quick.
But damn it, I was in a better place. I wasn’t the guy who spiraled and dragged her down with me. I’d done the work. Still doing it.
This was Luna.
If there was one thing we never got wrong, it was this. The chemistry. The fire. The way we could burn each other up and still come back for more.
So yeah, it was reckless.
She was still straddling me when I gripped her hips and murmured against her mouth, “Fuck—I forgot to finish the apartment tour.”
“There's more to see?”
“Yeah,” I growled, standing with her in my arms. “Namely, the part where I bend you over my bed and reacquaint your pussy with the concept of an appetizer.”
She was still wrapped around me, so I shifted my grip and slung her over my shoulder so her ass was in front of my face.
“Jer,” she shrieked, kicking her legs as I stalked down the hall. “Put me the hell down!”
“What?” I smirked, already cupping one perfect cheek. “This ass has had five years of freedom. It’s overdue for discipline.”
I spanked her hard. She gasped for a moment before laughing.
Another slap. “Okay, I swear to?—”
“Nope,” I cut in smoothly, palming her tighter. “I tell you when to swear. I tell you when to scream. I tell you when you fucking come, Luna girl. You remember the rules.”
She panted, her fists beating against my back like a kitten trying to fight a lion. “You’re wild.”
“You’re soaked.” I kicked open the bedroom door. “I can feel it through your leggings, honey.”
“Jeremyyyy.”
I dropped her on the bed, and she bounced, hair a mess, cheeks flushed, tits begging for my mouth through that tight-ass yoga top.
“Be a good girl,” I growled as I climbed over her, “and tell me what you want.”
“To see if that dominant mouth of yours is better at giving orders... orfollowing through.”
“Challenge accepted.”
I ripped her leggings down with one hard yank.
She wasn’t wearing panties, and I stared at her pussy, glistening, shaved smooth, lips swollen and ready for me. She tried to close her legs, but I caught her knees and shoved them wide.
“Don’t you fucking dare hide that from me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
My cock twitched so hard it hurt.
I looked up at her, jaw tight. “Say it again.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Fuck.Fuck.
