Page 89 of Bronx

I take my thumb and pointer finger and find her clit, squeezing it between the pads of my fingers as she continues to work me.

And the orgasm comes crashing down on her.

“Bronx!!!”

Then I’m caught off guard by the tears that follow as she flops forward on my chest.

“What’s wrong, Karma?” I ask, frightened that I pushed her way too out of her comfort zone today.

“There’s nothing wrong with me,” she says, almost hysterical.

“No, there’s not.”

“I know how to have sex.”

“Fuck yes, you do.” I smile.

We hold each other quietly, listening to the rapid heartbeats of the other when the smell finally hits us both.

“Fuck, you burned the banana muffins,” I tell her.

“Uh-uh,” she grins happily. “You did.”

“What are we going to eat now?”

She kisses me gently on the lips.

“Me.”

30

Karma

I wake up deliciously sore in Bronx’s master bedroom and stare at him while he sleeps underneath the sheets. I can almost see the boy he was before the assault. Even covered in tattoos and a bad attitude, it’s almost impossible for him to cover up the real Bronx Masterson.

A gentle soul.

And a sex god.

Since he won’t know, I use my finger to lightly trace the thickened scar across his neck, and then I lean in to kiss alongside it, hoping that it will soothe all the pain underneath.

His eyes suddenly pop open awake.

“Do you have to work today, Miss Moore?”

“I don’t think I can walk much less clean somebody’s house,” I retort with a satisfied smile.

“I’ve got an awesome jacuzzi tub that will fix you right up.”

“I may take you up on that.”

“I’m surprised you aren’t chomping at the bit to go to work since you called out yesterday. You seem like the type who takes all the shifts she can get because you enjoy work. Like it calms you. Sort of what bounty hunting does for me.”

“I’m on a bit of a break from work.”

“Why?”

“Ruby is working with another girl this week or until I get my personal life together, and after I called out yesterday, the agency didn’t have any assignments for me today.”