Zeke needed to leave before she dragged him back to her bedroom and rode his cock until she passed out in exhaustion.
You need to resist.
This isn’t smart.
You know how he is. If you sleep with him, he’ll get possessive and even more demanding.
He’ll want to dictate everything you do.
He’ll act like you belong to him.
You’ll regret it.
Her inner self was struggling to think past how great the sex had been with Zeke. All the previous issues beyond that need to remain in the forefront and not fade into the background.
The second he slipped his thumb free, his mouth took hers. The kiss wasn’t gentle.
It was ravenous.
All-consuming.
Mind-blowing.
Her bare toes curled and she couldn’t catch her breath. A groan slipped up her throat and into his mouth.
She was screwed.
Because she was about to get thoroughly screwed.
Yes, she was going to be remorseful about letting him in. But she’d worry about that later.
Later.
Ignore your common sense screaming and simply enjoy the moment.
You’ve been working hard. You’ve been drowning in responsibility.
You deserve a moment of pleasure. A moment for yourself.
But first, she needed some reassurance.
Kyra twisted her head to break the connection of their mouths. “This won’t change anything, Zeke.”
Of course he only grunted in response.
“Tell me you understand that. If we do this, it won’t give you license to make the rules. About me. About us. About Ledger. This will only be sex. Nothing beyond that.”
With flared nostrils, he dug his fingertips deeper into her hips.
“This isn’t you staking yourclaim, Zeke.”
“Got it.”
She wished she could believe that. He had lied plenty of times in the past to get what he wanted.
“Just want you to remember what it was like between us.”
“I do remember. That’s the problem.”
