LUCI (The Naughty Ones Book 2)

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Authors: Kristina Weaver
out.”
    “Now, Luci baby, is that any way to talk to an old friend?”
    I know I’m goading her here and that chances are she’ll kick me in the balls before she lets me touch her, but I can’t help it. I’ve missed all that fire and attitude.
    “You. Are. Not. My. Friend. Alfred. Nolan. Cage,” she grits out as her nose flares.
    I can almost see steam coming out of her ears even as she valiantly attempts to ignore the sight of my erection. I always want the woman and I haven’t had sex since the last time I was in her.
    I have a big load in here.
    “Not nice, Luci. That hurt my feelings, baby.”
    “Feelings? You?” she scoffs in amusement, her head tilting in just that way to let me know how ridiculous she finds that statement.
    Oh baby, you got no idea , I think, running my eyes over her lush body and licking my lips with a slow slide that has her eyes going lazy with lust.
    Hell yeah, baby, want me. Look at all this need and feel it.
    “I’m hurt, Luce. Of course I have feelings. In fact, I came over here to let you know that it’s hurting me the way you’ve been ignoring me.”
    “Get over it, asswipe, I had to. I had to get over a lot of things. Like you ignoring my calls and texts. Being booted out of your building…basically being made to feel like I don’t exist. I got over it and so can you.”
    The hit is direct and I feel myself falter just the tiniest bit when she seems to collect herself and stomps away to the kitchen, her cute ass twitching with every step.
    My dick just gets harder when I see it and I have the overwhelming urge to go after her and touch her. I want to fuck her so badly right now, it feels like my balls are about to implode.
    I can’t, though. I don’t want her rejecting me just yet, something I know she’ll do no matter how hot she is for me right now. So instead of following her and throwing her on the kitchen counter so I can eat her sex and thrust into all the creamy heat, I stay seated right where I am and wait on her.
    Today is not about getting what I want from Luci. It’s about seeing just how serious she is about the path she’s taken. If she doesn’t budge from her plan, then I have plans in place for my little sprite that will not only ensure she’s mine but will also ensure that I get another shot with her.
    Sex may sound good right now, but it in no way guarantees that she’ll give me a second chance and I know it.
    No, better to stay the course, Cage, and win the pot outright.
    When she stomps back into the living room she’s carrying two bottles of water.
    The way she practically throws it at my head is hilarious, and I find myself chuckling a little as she flops down onto the other sofa and just glares at me.
    “You won’t leave? Fine. What do you want, Cage?”
    The way she says my name instead of calling me Freddie like everyone tests my limits. I want to push her down on the sofa and take her like a wild man just to hear her screaming my name up at me as she comes around my length.
    Stop. Focus. Stay the course.
    “I wanted to actually talk to you this time instead of having to listen to you tell me all the ways and reasons you can’t forgive me, Luce. You never gave me a chance to apologize and explain some of the things—”
    “Oh? You feel all put out that I wouldn’t sit there like a docile kitten and swallow whatever bullhockey you wanted to spout at me. Oh sorry, Luci, it’s not you, babe, it’s me. Maybe a little. I never meant to hurt you. I just don’t do the love scene. Oh no, wait! Maybe you wanted to tell me that you had a shitty childhood and can’t help being a loveless ass? Well too freaking bad, Cage! We’re all messed up in some way thanks to our parents. It’s normal. That doesn’t mean we have the right to shit on other people, and it sure as hell doesn’t give anyone the right to do what you did to me. You used me, knowing how I felt, and then tossed me away like last night’s old pizza.”
    Yikes. Those hormones

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