Fold

I’m about to tell her it’s just a regular black t-shirt, but the words fall from my lips when she ventures lower, causing my abs to contract under her touch. Apparently, I’ve unknowingly entered one of the circles of hell because this is the sweetest form of torture there is.

I catch her wrist while I still have the restraint to stop her. “Don’t touch me.”

She shrugs, not looking at all put-off. “Sorry.” Her eyes become droopy and she slumps down on the pillow. “Thanks for the wa—”

“I want you out of here by morning.”

I start to move off the bed, but a tug on my arm halts me. “Why?”

Because I can’t stand being in the same vicinity as you.

My jaw works. “I have shit to do.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Against my better judgment, I look at her…and immediately regret it.

On impulse, I go to wipe away the black crap smearing her cheeks due to her tears, but reach over and turn off the light instead. “Get some sleep.”

I go to stand again, but she tugs me back, more forcefully this time, and my composure snaps. I’ve had about all I can take of this.

“What the fuck do you want from me, Bishop?”

I don’t realize how deadly my tone is until her eyes go wide. “You’ve never been this mean in my dreams before.”

A callous, bitter laugh escapes me—of-fucking-course she would think this is all some kind of hallucination in her delusional state.

Shifting, I prop my arms on either side of her body, hovering above her. “Well, I hate to tell you, sweetheart, but this isn’t a dream.” I incline my head so we’re nose to nose. “However, if you don’t shut the hell up and stop pissing me the fuck off, it will become your nightmare real quick. Got it?”

“I don’t understand—”

I punch the mattress. “That’s just it. You don’t understand, and you never will, so do us both a favor and stop talking.”

She scowls and the organ inside my chest skitters to a stop altogether.

“I don’t know why you’re being so mean to me when—”

“When what?” I lean in farther, ghosting over her lips. “When I hurt your little feelings by getting sucked off?” I tilt my head, brushing my mouth along her ear. “What’s the matter, angry girl? Did it make you jealous?” She whimpers, but I don’t stop. I need her to hate me. I need to push her buttons the way her mere presence seems to push every single one of mine.

But mostly, I need her to get the fuck out of my life again. For good.

I nip at her neck, deliberately provoking her. “That’s it, isn’t it? You wished it was you taking me deep and sucking all the cum out of my dick. Don’t you?”

“No—” A moan cuts her off and it surprises us both. But not nearly as much as what happens next.

She starts grinding against the leg that’s wedged between both of hers.

A flush spreads from her cheeks to her chest. “I can’t help it.” Embarrassment floods her features. “Oh, God. I need to wake up.”

I’m torn between wanting to burst that bubble of hers with a reality check, and my own selfish greed. As usual, the latter wins out.

I look down the length of her body and a surge of arousal hits me like a freight train, making my dick strain against my zipper. All of her dry humping has caused her dress to bunch up past her thighs…the only thing preventing me from seeing every inch of that smooth holy grail is the leg she’s still rubbing herself on.

My jaw tics and I peel my gaze away. “You’re not wearing any panties.”

It’s like she’s intentionally provoking me.

Either she doesn’t hear me, or she’s too far gone to acknowledge my question. Her eyes roll back and her chest heaves, causing the top of her dress to dip more—revealing an agonizingly, teasing peek of her pink nipples.

Like a cobra who wants to sample his meal before he devours it whole, my mouth finds the exposed skin and I give it a little flick with my tongue. “What happened to your panties, Kit?”

My self-control is hanging by a thread. She has less than a second to stop what she’s doing, or I’m going to do us both a solid by spreading her legs, grabbing the headboard, and fucking her into the middle of next week.

“My boss took them off with her teeth.” She winces. “Right before I ran out of the room because she wanted me to have sex with some old guy.”

Two things happen at that moment.

One—I have the sudden urge to find this boss of hers and toss her off the nearest bridge. No wonder she was walking around by herself.

And two—I grow a conscience. Based on what she just told me and given the dazed state she’s in; her boss is either an unprofessional sexual manipulator or a co

Promptly, I get off her and stand up, the clarity of the situation slamming into me.

“Will you be back tomorrow night?”

I have no clue what she’s talking about, and I don’t think she does either because she closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep. With a heavy sigh, I pull the comforter around her. Until something catches my attention, rendering me immobile.

Attached to the thin, silver necklace she’s wearing, nestled between those small, perky tits…

Is my lucky poker chip.

Just like that, I’m cracking, splintering right down the center like the ground during a magnitude eight earthquake.

“Be gone by sunrise, Bishop.”

With that, I make my way to the bathroom so I can take care of my hard-on, figure out how to get Campanelli a million dollars in the next twelve hours…and find a way to forget all about the girl sleeping in my bed.

I look down at the damp spot on my thigh and curse.

I need Kit Bishop gone and out of my life for good before she ruins everything.

For the second time.

To be continued…in August 2018.

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