her sex or the heat that flared over her ass at just the thought of his hands on her. She tried to hold back the tears of relief at being understood, at finally being accepted for who she was and what she wanted. Brice hadn’t sneered at her or looked at her in disgust. How could she stay away and keep herself safe, do her job, and get the hell out when he said things like that? This was turning into something she couldn’t even begin to define.
There was hurt and pain there, but also desire and need. Brice said all the right things; did he mean them? It seemed like he did. He confused her, distracted her, made her forget who she was and why she was there. She squeezed her eyes shut, pinched the skin of her inner wrist, and allowed the pain to distract her. Could she truly trust a man whose gossip column moniker was “Lady Killer?”
“Not going to talk about this. Get dressed, and um, do something with that thing. It’s an eyesore,” she mumbled and turned away from temptation.
Brice chuckled. “Eyesore? Not with the way you were looking at him,” he purred.
She glanced back at him. Her gaze tracked his fingers as he traced them down the center of his chest, bisected his abdomen, rimmed his navel, then stopped at his waistband. He hooked both his thumbs into the edge and yanked it down. She let out a high-pitched squeak and shut her eyes, but not before she caught sight of his cock: ruddy, thick, precum shining over the wide cap. Her pussy fluttered, and her knees went weak. “Goddamn it, Brice!” she grumbled. Why did he have to test her?
“Not God, honey, but you’ll find that out soon enough. By the way, sometimes I like to walk around naked, so get used to seeing me like this. Although, how can you keep me out of trouble if you can’t even look at me?” Brice’s voice was so close she sucked in a breath and stumbled back into the wall. She hadn’t even heard him move.
She could feel his body heat even through the thick padding of her jacket. She could feel the temperature around her spike. His breath fanned her face; she could smell the spices from the sauce and the tomatoes and pasta. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten about that spanking. You need one, honey, badly. Naughty minx, tormenting me with your lush curves and sexiness. Perry might not have known what he had, but I do. Don’t think you can hide from me. I’ll destroy every ounce of ice and all the walls you try to erect. I may have been stupid in college, letting you go, but now I’m grown up, and I know what I want.”
She sucked in air as he ran his hands over her hips, gripped her curves, and pulled her close. He rocked his pelvis against hers, and she cursed the barrier her jacket and jeans created. She could feel the slide of his thick shaft between the cleft of her ass even through the denim.
Ava let out a shuddering breath when his lips brushed over her pulse point. He nipped and sucked the skin with harsh tugs that would definitely leave a bruise. “You are mine now, and I’m not letting you go, not even after the season is over. We have a lot to catch up on, and I plan on taking my time. I’m going to rub another one out now. You wanna watch? Come into the bathroom. I’ll leave the shower door open.”
He pulled away. Without his support, she slid down the wall, whimpers fell from her lips, fever burned through her veins, and her body shook with restraint. Her pussy throbbed, demanding release. Her clit pulsed for attention. I’m so fucked right now, Ava thought. She wasn’t sure what was up or down or wrong or right. Her world had gone askew, and she couldn’t keep up the pretense of not wanting him.
How can I keep myself from getting hurt when all I want to do is be burned by the desire he’s offering me?
* * * *
Brice knew he’d lost his mind. He’d pressed and pushed, and now she might decide not to stay, but he had to tell her what she was getting into when living with him, even if it would be for a
There was hurt and pain there, but also desire and need. Brice said all the right things; did he mean them? It seemed like he did. He confused her, distracted her, made her forget who she was and why she was there. She squeezed her eyes shut, pinched the skin of her inner wrist, and allowed the pain to distract her. Could she truly trust a man whose gossip column moniker was “Lady Killer?”
“Not going to talk about this. Get dressed, and um, do something with that thing. It’s an eyesore,” she mumbled and turned away from temptation.
Brice chuckled. “Eyesore? Not with the way you were looking at him,” he purred.
She glanced back at him. Her gaze tracked his fingers as he traced them down the center of his chest, bisected his abdomen, rimmed his navel, then stopped at his waistband. He hooked both his thumbs into the edge and yanked it down. She let out a high-pitched squeak and shut her eyes, but not before she caught sight of his cock: ruddy, thick, precum shining over the wide cap. Her pussy fluttered, and her knees went weak. “Goddamn it, Brice!” she grumbled. Why did he have to test her?
“Not God, honey, but you’ll find that out soon enough. By the way, sometimes I like to walk around naked, so get used to seeing me like this. Although, how can you keep me out of trouble if you can’t even look at me?” Brice’s voice was so close she sucked in a breath and stumbled back into the wall. She hadn’t even heard him move.
She could feel his body heat even through the thick padding of her jacket. She could feel the temperature around her spike. His breath fanned her face; she could smell the spices from the sauce and the tomatoes and pasta. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten about that spanking. You need one, honey, badly. Naughty minx, tormenting me with your lush curves and sexiness. Perry might not have known what he had, but I do. Don’t think you can hide from me. I’ll destroy every ounce of ice and all the walls you try to erect. I may have been stupid in college, letting you go, but now I’m grown up, and I know what I want.”
She sucked in air as he ran his hands over her hips, gripped her curves, and pulled her close. He rocked his pelvis against hers, and she cursed the barrier her jacket and jeans created. She could feel the slide of his thick shaft between the cleft of her ass even through the denim.
Ava let out a shuddering breath when his lips brushed over her pulse point. He nipped and sucked the skin with harsh tugs that would definitely leave a bruise. “You are mine now, and I’m not letting you go, not even after the season is over. We have a lot to catch up on, and I plan on taking my time. I’m going to rub another one out now. You wanna watch? Come into the bathroom. I’ll leave the shower door open.”
He pulled away. Without his support, she slid down the wall, whimpers fell from her lips, fever burned through her veins, and her body shook with restraint. Her pussy throbbed, demanding release. Her clit pulsed for attention. I’m so fucked right now, Ava thought. She wasn’t sure what was up or down or wrong or right. Her world had gone askew, and she couldn’t keep up the pretense of not wanting him.
How can I keep myself from getting hurt when all I want to do is be burned by the desire he’s offering me?
* * * *
Brice knew he’d lost his mind. He’d pressed and pushed, and now she might decide not to stay, but he had to tell her what she was getting into when living with him, even if it would be for a
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