Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

She cups my hard dick through my jeans, and I say, “That’s not the phone.”

“Yeah, your phone is bigger.”

“Say that again.”

She grins while her palm rubs my length. I’m painfully hard, and she knows it, damn it.

A satisfied grin curls up her lips. “Your phone—”

I cut her off as I lift her up with my palms on her ass. My hungry eyes take every inch of her in. Her face is fuller and more radiant. Her blue eyes spark brighter and while she’s still slim, her body has these sexy as fuck curves now, I itch to dig my fingers in. Even her hair looks shinier. While she has always been beautiful, she looks different now, better, and healthier.

“Put me down,” she says, while locking her arms around my neck—a contradiction, just like everything we’ve said to each other but done the opposite.

“You were saying?”

“Your phone—”

I bite her neck and suck on it. She scratches at my back, moaning.

“Really? A hickey? Again?”

“Force of habit. Now, where were we?”

I place her on a table nearby and pin her hands behind her back. My dick grinds against her core wanting inside of her.

“Your phone…” She gulps and wets her lips.

Put us out of our misery. You’re getting fucked tonight, one way or another.

“It’s vibrating.”

Fuck it. I rip my phone from my pocket and see it’s Lori, my social media assistant.

Abigail sucks the entire air out of the room when she sees her name.

I send her call to voicemail and type a quick message that I’ll get back to her.

The temperature in the room drops to icy. Abigail lies still on the table as if I shackled her to it.

“Your girlfriend?”

She blinks at me, pain etched in her vibrant blue eyes. She has no damn right to look so hurt. The visual rips my fucking heart out of my chest.

“I don’t do the girlfriend thing.”

“You wanted me to be yours.”

“I would have said anything to fuck you.”

“And like you said, the experience wasn’t worth it.”

She hugs herself, looking crestfallen. Everything in me wants to comfort her, yet I know it would never be enough.

The door unlocks, the click interrupting our moment.

We both sneak out undetected.

She doesn’t look at me, and when she goes to her car, she says over her shoulder, “Be happy. That’s all.”