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She’d given every indication that she was anything but innocent, yet I felt her body give way the second I pushed inside her. A body that was temptation incarnate—feminine curves and skin soft as a ripe peach. She was fucking incredible, and I was her first.
What was it about that fact that made me feel so damn barbaric? Like I needed to bang my chest and drag her back to my cave where no other man could even look at her.
Jesus, his words did unholy things to my insides.
Bishop: Careful, kitten. That sassy mouth of yours is going to get you spanked.
Me: That might be awkward in the middle of the YMCA. I hear they frown on spanking.
“Neither was I, but sometimes you end up in places you never meant to be.”
“Did you know that the first person who discovers a star gets to name it anything they want?”
“No one owns the stars, baby. Everyone can admire them from a distance, but that one man whose eyes first sighted that brilliant speck of light and recognized it for the treasure that it is, that man will always have a special bond with that star.”
Belonging to a man could be its own kind of freedom—protection, adoration, support, and companionship. I’d be her damn everything if she’d let me.
“Lucky for you, I’m Irish, and we’re used to our women being entirely too batshit crazy to control.”
The man fucked like an animal, and I loved every unholy second of it.
My stomach bellowed an angry growl in protest, and I burst out laughing. Bishop raised a single dark brow. “My mistake. Come on, let’s get my girl some breakfast.”