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I was about to fuck with him like he was fucking with her.
Bring it on, baby.😈
“I’m gonna kiss the hell out of you, Bryant, and don’t you dare pull away.” For the second time, our mouths sealed, but this time, the kiss was undeniably soul-wrecking, and that was when I knew that Claire Bryant was about to become my weak side.
“Make sure you look over at him when I step away, because he will be staring over here. Two can play that game, baby. And he doesn’t get to make the rules when it comes to you.”
DAMN RIGHT!!!💅🏻💅🏻
and I knew when I watched her come, I was going to have to keep myself from falling to my knees.
🫦🫦🫦
but I needed her mouth on mine.
“It wasn’t that he couldn’t make you come, baby. It’s just that he didn’t want to.”
🤡🤡
“I could watch you come every second of every day and never get sick of it.”
😏😮💨
“You”—I stepped over to her and pulled her in close with my hands on her lithe waist—“are my weak side, Bryant. Do you hear me?” She swallowed shyly and stared up at me. “I don’t know what that means.” I smirked as I reached over and turned the water off. “It means you’re mine.”
“The feeling you give me is addicting.”
“I wanted to rip you out of the booth so fucking bad I couldn’t see straight. I wanted to take you back to our room and kiss you until you fully understood how I felt about you, but instead, I got inside my car and forced myself to drive away so I didn’t turn back around and pummel his smug face because goddamnit, Claire. He doesn’t deserve you! You deserve better.”
THIS.
“Can’t you see your worth? He sure can’t. You deserve someone who will do anything to make you happy. Not someone who likes to watch you hurt for their own sick games. You need someone who—"
“Someone who refuses to join their dream team in the NHL because he thinks the owner of the team hurt his fake girlfriend?”
“You don’t have to be mine, but I’m yours, and you’re just gonna have to deal with it. My dreams and goals mean absolutely nothing if you leave this room thinking I wouldn’t give up every last one to show you your worth.”
“Tell me you’re mine, Bryant. Tell me you trust me, and tell me that you can feel how much I love you just from the way I look at you.”
Just tell me.🫀
“I’m yours, Theo. I always was.”
“And by the way”—he brushed his lips over mine—“we were always meant to last, Bryant.”
