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“Yes,” I said. I curled my lip. “You showed up. Unannounced. You decided to stay.”

“You didn’t protest it.”

“You were naked, Fi.”

“So?”

“I’ll be damned if I ask a beautiful woman like you to leave when you’re naked.”

“I guess that was nice to say. But you know how risky this is, right?”

“Well aware.”

“I need to make sure it’s worth it.”

“You need to make sure it’s worth it?” I growled. “I need to make sure it’s worth it!”

“Then do something about it, Riff.”

I grabbed for Fiona’s hips again and pulled her against me.

I didn’t give her a chance to jump to her toes, I simply just lifted her up.

Our eyes meeting.

Our lips very close.

Both of us slowly smiling.

Kissing her right then meant catching a feeling or ten.

I needed her naked.

I needed her body.

I needed my mouth teasing her pussy.

I needed to fight off these emotions that made me want to strip her naked and cuddle her instead of just fucking her.

Chapter Twenty-Three

RIFF

(then)

Ilooked at the right side of my face in the mirror.

I flexed my jaw.

It didn’t hurt as much as it did a week ago.

Around the outside of my eye bone, there was still an ugly yellow hue.

The leftovers of a bruise that saw my eye swollen shut for a day or two.

My body ached.

My heart ached even worse.