Beg for It(65)

“Stop it.”

He can’t. He’s horny and angry, and all he wanted was to have some time with her before she has to go to work, and f*ck all of this, he’s spent too many days just trying to make her happy and now she’s being a bitch because he didn’t make the goddamned dinner? Sneering, he sinks to his knees, arms still held out, palms turned upward.

“This is where you like me, right?”

It’s where he wants her to like him. He’s pushing her; he wants to see the gleam in her gaze and watch her swipe her tongue over her lips. He wants her to order him to push his face into her * and make her come.

Corinne shakes her head.

“No? Seems like you liked it last night.”

“What I like,” she tells him in a low, angry voice, “is when you do what you promised you’d do. When you keep up your end of the bargain. When it’s not just all about you and your dick.”

The floor hurts his knees, but he doesn’t get up. Instead, he crawls toward her, making a show of it, until he’s at her feet. He bends as though to kiss her toes, but looks up at her.

“The princess wants her little tootsies kissed, right?”

She flinches and takes a step away. “How about you kiss my ass?”

She’s turning, but he’s on his feet fast enough to move in front of her, blocking her way. He’s not sure why or how this became so enormously catastrophic between them. He’s not sure how to stop it. They’ve argued before. Minor things. But nothing like this.

This feels like it could end up being permanent.

“It’s not just about getting off,” he says.

Corinne won’t look at him. She presses herself against the wall, her arms crossed over her breasts. Her jaw is set.

“Corinne.”

She shrugs. Reese sighs and tries to pull her closer, but she’s too stiff and unyielding. He lets her go.

“It’s not,” he says again.

“Sometimes, it feels that way. I’m tired, Reese. Tired of working late and getting up early so we can manage to pay the rent, and I know in a few months it’s going to get better, but it’s not now. Okay? And I know you have your reasons about not wanting to move into the house, but…it would’ve made life easier. That’s all.”

His fingers curl into fists at his sides. “My parents died, Corinne. They’re dead. I’m a f*cking orphan, and all you can think about is that house? Oh, sorry. And your career.”

He’s hit her someplace soft, he can see it on her face.

“I’m sorry. I know it’s been hard,” she says.

“You have no idea how I feel.”

She frowns. “That’s not fair, Reese. Maybe if you talked to me about it, I could understand.”

“What’s there to understand? My mom had a stroke, and my dad died six months later of a coronary. Everything’s tied up in probate. The money I got from selling off the livestock is paying for the lawyer. I told you that.”

It’s a lie. His parents had both had very clear and concise wills, allowing the estate to pass to him with a minimum of fuss. He has a bank account in his name with nearly ten grand in it, and the land and buildings are worth five or six times more than that, if and when he decides to sell.

He hasn’t told her, that’s all.

He doesn’t want to tell her.

Things will change, once money is involved, and though, yes, it will make their lives easier it will also make it all different. It’s not that he likes relying on her for everything, or that she has to work so hard to keep them afloat while all he’d managed to do was keep house. It’s more than that. The money is his ticket to the bigger and better things he’s always dreamed of having but had been certain he’d never get. The money is freedom.

It’s his escape.





Chapter Thirty-Six



“I wish we didn’t have to get up.” Corinne burrowed deeper into the blankets.

“Go back to sleep for another hour or so.” Beside her, Reese stretched, then curled to spoon her against him. “It’s early.”

“I need to get back. The kids will be home from their dad’s before six, and I have lots of stuff to take care of before then.” She yawned and pressed her bare ass against him, smiling when she felt his cock stir against her. “Mmmm.”

It felt impossible that she could want him again after last night. After the entire weekend. She should’ve been so sated and worn out that she wouldn’t have wanted sex again for at least…oh, at least another ten minutes or so she thought as his dick hardened against her ass. And Reese definitely should’ve been struggling.

“What kind of stuff could be better than this?” His fingers moved between her legs.

With a groan, she stopped him and got up, hopping out of bed before he could stop her. She admired him posing for her though, an arm flung behind his head. The sheets pulled down to expose his belly. She made an appreciative noise.

“I could look at you forever, just like that.”

He bumped his hips a little, moving the bulge of his erection beneath the sheets. “If you lived here with me, you could see it every morning.”

She laughed at the absurdity of that, then saw he wasn’t laughing. “Reese.”