Page 128 of Bad Run

“So hot,” I mumble, unable to keep my eyes off the carnal image. The ache between my legs starts to grow again. “But you didn’t come.”

Lance chuckles. “Got distracted watching you fall apart. It was the best thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

He presses his mouth to mine in a slow, sensual kiss, distracting me.

Pressing my hands against his chest, I push him back, breaking our kiss. “Wait.” I turn around, place my hands on the wall, and over my shoulder I smirk. “Want to finish together this time?”

I wiggle my ass at him.

That devilish smile of his makes an appearance as he grips my hips and kicks my feet apart. “With pleasure.”

Lance drives his cock back inside me, fucking me until my body once again bursts into nirvana-filled flames of satisfaction so hot they brand me from the inside out.

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With Gwen’s head on my shoulder and her leg thrown over my lower abs, a warm and tingly sensation washes over me. It’s probably just her electric touch as she lazily runs her fingertips over my chest, but whatever it is, I love it. I never want to let it go.

After our very long, hot shower, we brushed our teeth then climbed into her bed to rest. Me in my boxers, her in a silky pink pajama set that I wouldn’t mind removing later.

A rush of blood drains south, taking my cock from resting to ready at the mere thought of being inside Gwen again. But not today. I mentally berate my greedy cock, reminding the fucker, and myself, that our girl needs rest before work.

“We have officially broken all the rules,” she mumbles.

A barking laugh spills out of me. Gwen and her rules. “Hate to break it to you, but I was always planning on breaking your rules.”

“You were?” She looks up at me with her big aqua eyes and smiles.

I brush a damp curl off her face and tuck it behind her ear. “Of course I was. They were stupid rules to begin with. It’s a miracle I’ve kept my hands off you this long.”

“You’re incorrigible.” She giggles, playfully smacking my chest.

“Nah, just hot for my wife.” I drop a kiss on her forehead.

Gwen’s body grows tense beside me, and a heavy silence fills the air. I can practically hear the wheels turning in her head. Not wanting to take chances, I roll her onto her back and settle between her legs, forcing her to look at me.

Worry lines crease the space between Gwen’s eyebrows as she looks up at me with wide eyes. Fear swirls in her gemstone depths, gutting me.

“What’s going on in that big brain of yours?”

“It’s just …” She bites her bottom lip, cutting herself off.

Seeing her like this makes me sick to my stomach.

Is this my fault?

My little witch is confident and strong. She doesn’t cower or let fear get to her. She leaps at opportunities for adventure. Faces challenges head-on. Fights for what she wants.

Gwen’s quick wit and straightforwardness drew me in the night we met, and I don’t want her to lose that side of herself.

“Please talk to me. Just say what’s on your mind. Don’t hold back,” I plead.

The quick thrum of her beating heart bashes against my ribs.

“It’s just. I’m really confused. We put rules in place—”