Page 78 of Bad Boy Breakaway


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A flash of something raw cuts across his face. Disappointment, maybe. But it disappears as quickly as it comes.

“Take your time, Sunshine.” His gaze drops to my mouth and I instinctively lick my lower lip, tasting him. “But when you’re done being careful, I’ll be ready.”

He scoops his T-shirt from the floor, tosses it over his head, then presses a light kiss to the top of my head.

“Night, Sunshine. Sleep tight.” He shoots me a wink, then saunters out.

That kiss unravels me, more than anything he’s done the rest of the night.

Leaving me aching and questioning all my life choices.

CHAPTER 20

BENNETT

Back at my condo, I crash into bed, still dressed and frustrated.

We can’t afford reckless.

Tori’s voice echoes in my head, a clear warning.

Bro — reckless is my middle name. It’s who I am. It’s what I do.

And how I got myself into this mess in the first fucking place.

Ugh. Why is she always right?

It’s a very annoying trait.

I reach down and rub my rock-hard cock, pulsing and insistent in my sweats.

Fuck it.

Freeing my cock, I take a few long strokes. Close my eyes and picture a naked Tori beneath me.

Her thick fringe of lashes as she gazes up at me, pupils blown. The pink creeping up the long, delicate column of her neck. That fucking freckle that tastes like heaven. Her deep red lips parting on a sigh when I kiss her.

God, she’s beautiful.

Perfect.

That sexy lace bra. White because — of course.

I pump my cock, muscles coiling tight. I want her here, right now. Naked in my bed beneath me. Her perfume’s still on my skin, the expensive floral scent winding around me. I fist my dick and move faster. Think about her tight, wet pussy sliding up and down my shaft. The quiet little noises she’d make as she tried — and failed — to stay in control.

Zero fucking chance.

I’ll undo her so fast she’ll be screaming my name like a motherfucking mantra.

My lower abs tighten as I work my dick, up and down. Harder. Faster.

I want you to finish what we started.

I keep pumping, eyes screwed shut, chasing my relief.

None comes.

Dissatisfied, I puff out a breath and flop my arm down by my side.