His hand moves quickly to my shorts, unzipping them and pushing his hand inside through my pants until he finds my heat. He draws moisture from there to my clit and begins circling. I'm panting and moaning now, my body moving to the rhythm of his touch.
"Our bet?" I manage to gasp out.
"Have you forgotten so soon? We made a bet. Wedding doesn't happen, you become mine."
I shake my head, trying to clear the fog of lust that's clouding my thoughts. "Those were not the terms. You said you'd chase me."
"Same difference.”
“I have to go talk to him. To Hunter. He can't stop the wedding."
"I think you've done enough talking today, Kitten," he says, his fingers no longer torturing my clit but pushing inside me. I can feel my body responding, my hips pressing back against him, seeking mo
