Richard

Goddamn her.

Goddammit. I’m not stopping. Fuck it. I can’t.

She just kept pushing and pushing, hitting all my buttons, everything she knew would bring me to this, and I wanted her to. In the back of my mind, I always knew I couldn’tnothave her.

I grab her ass in my hands and drop us down to her bed. She unlocks her legs and straddles me, our lips never breaking contact. I love her mouth. Hot and sweet, and she teases me with that tongue—flicking and brushing in ways that drive me insane.

“I hated feeling like that,” she pants.

“Like what?” I run my hands all over her, gripping and squeezing as she breathes over my mouth and grinds on me, making me painfully hard.

“Jealous,” she says.

It takes me a moment to remember we were fighting about Inah being here. Slipping my hand up her shirt…