Raiders of the Lost Heart by Jo Segura

Author:Jo Segura [Segura, Jo]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2023-12-05T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter

Twelve

Selfish, little, troublemaking . . .

Ford paced around his bed, half-tempted to march over to Corrie’s tent to make sure she was actually there. Obeying his order. He should have sent her home. If it had been anyone else on this dig . . . anyone—Ethan, Sunny, Agnes—they would have already been on their way to the airport.

Why he was being soft when it came to Corrie was beyond him.

Well, no. No, that wasn’t true. He was being soft on her because of those soft lips that he desperately wanted to taste again. The soft breasts pressing against his chest. And her soft thighs, forming the perfect nestling place for his pelvis. It was all those soft things—which he would never have the pleasure of experiencing again—that had turned him into a soft, spineless weenie.

He closed his eyes and got a whiff of coconut. Bringing his shirt to his nose, he breathed in deep, her scent soaked into the fabric. His cock started to swell thinking about her.

No. No, he couldn’t let her invade his thoughts like this. He tore off his T-shirt and threw it on the bed as he readied himself for sleep. Stripping to his boxers, he climbed into bed and grabbed a book by the table next to him, trying to do anything to focus his thoughts away from her. But his cock throbbed, begging for a release.

He glanced over at the T-shirt at the foot of his bed.

Oh, fuck it.

He sat up, reaching for the T-shirt and bringing it to his nose. Breathing her in. His cock swelling. With the shirt in one hand, and his cock in the other, he lay back, slowly massaging his erection. Picturing his hand replaced with hers. Wondering what it would feel like with her lips trailing down his stomach and over the tip of his swollen head.

“Ford, do you have any—”

His eyes shot open to find Corrie entering his tent in only a purple robe, her eyes wide and shooting right toward his cock in his hand. Her mouth formed a smirk as she stared at him. With the fastest reflexes possible, he covered his crotch with the T-shirt and sat up.

“Get the hell out!”

“Well, well, well, Dr. Matthews. What do we have here?” She walked farther into his tent, arms crossed and sass in her step.

“I said get out.” He pointed at the door with his free hand.

“I’ll leave, I’ll leave. And let you get back to your . . . business. But I need some batteries.”

“I don’t have any fucking batteries. Now can you please leave?” he growled.

“But my vibrator died. And I don’t want to be the only one missing out on enjoying myself this evening. Don’t you have anything I can take the batteries from?”

“Are you serious right now? No. No, I don’t.”

“Well, can you order some for me? Triple-As.”

“Yes. Fine. I’ll order some.”

She stood there, watching him, the wheels clearly spinning in her head.

“Can I see it?” she asked.

He blinked several times, then shook his head.

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