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are less posh, and I must work under a serious space constraint here.
“I’m not having sex with you,” she snaps. “Hello. Annulment much?”
“Okay,” I agree. “Orgasms, yes. Penetration, no.”
She gapes at me and I shrug. The terms are hers.
“You have ten seconds to step inside,” I warn her.
“Or?” Her voice is dulce de leche sweet. She is pissed off, and not afraid to let me know it. She steps inside my room though, which is either a tactical error—or a very happy acceptance of my invitation. I decide to hope the answer is B.
I close the door. I do not lock it—if she wants to leave, she can turn the handle and go. I cannot take what I want, not from her. She has to give it to me. Fortunately, I am a master fucking negotiator and Lily has never had a poker face.
“Ten minutes,” I promise her.
“Until what?” She glances toward the portholes as if she thinks I am still talking about the Billionaire Race.
“Until I make you scream my name.”
LILY
Xander pisses me off although the way he makes my naughty parts feel is almost compensation enough. Almost. God, the man’s arrogant. In the Xander-verse, he’s the king of everything he surveys—and he certainly believes that includes me. I should march out of his cabin on principle—but principle’s not what’s turning me on right now.
Xander is, damn it.
“Time me,” he whispers in my ear, his heated words making those reprehensible naughty parts melt more. He cradles my hips with his big, sexy hands, and yes, I notice he’s brushing his thumbs over my hip bones. How can I not? His legs press against mine, and even through all his clothes, I feel his enormous dick. If I could just make him stop talking, he’d be perfect.
“You’re setting the bar high.” I tug, and he lets me go, which is another disappointment. “Or low. I didn’t realize there was a time limit on your availability. Do most women lose interest after ten minutes?”
He laughs and tosses his helmet onto the bed. Okay then. “You want to know about the other women in my life?”
Do I? It’s sort of easier to ignore the inescapable fact that my husband’s freaking gorgeous, but that his enormous dick has made the rounds like the hors d’oeuvre tray at a party. A really big party. I turn around, buying time to think about this. It’s not my favorite mental image, to be honest. I’d rather stop thinking altogether and just enjoy the possibility of having Xander at my sexual beck and call.
His race jacket is black and hugs his shoulders and chest, the close fit emphasizing his muscled physique. Xander may have amassed a fortune investing in Wall Street and resort properties, but he does more than sit behind a desk all day, and the man just radiates danger. Or maybe that’s the combination of the body armor and personal safety knife he’s wearing strapped to his side. Who knew racing could be such a dangerous sport?
“I do want to know,” I decide.
“Why does it matter?” He prowls toward me, effortlessly closing the few feet of space I’ve managed to put between us, and then he walks us back toward his bed. The mattress bumps against the back of my knees.
“Because you’re offering me a used penis and I’d like to know where it’s been?” I don’t want to overact, but now that I’m thinking about it… yeah. I absolutely want to know.
“Nowhere,” he growls and slides his hands up my bare arms. The rough pads of his fingers teasing my skin feels so good that I have to fight to not lean into him like a cat.
“Excuse me?” I give up the fight and lean. In answer, his hand cups the back of my neck, tilting my head up. His fingers stroke my skin as he lowers his head.
“My dick has been nowhere,” he whispers roughly. “It was waiting for you, da ?”
My brain short-circuits, which is only partly due to his lips brushing mine. His left hand moves south, skimming down my back to cup my butt. He makes me feel incredible.
“You
“I’m not having sex with you,” she snaps. “Hello. Annulment much?”
“Okay,” I agree. “Orgasms, yes. Penetration, no.”
She gapes at me and I shrug. The terms are hers.
“You have ten seconds to step inside,” I warn her.
“Or?” Her voice is dulce de leche sweet. She is pissed off, and not afraid to let me know it. She steps inside my room though, which is either a tactical error—or a very happy acceptance of my invitation. I decide to hope the answer is B.
I close the door. I do not lock it—if she wants to leave, she can turn the handle and go. I cannot take what I want, not from her. She has to give it to me. Fortunately, I am a master fucking negotiator and Lily has never had a poker face.
“Ten minutes,” I promise her.
“Until what?” She glances toward the portholes as if she thinks I am still talking about the Billionaire Race.
“Until I make you scream my name.”
LILY
Xander pisses me off although the way he makes my naughty parts feel is almost compensation enough. Almost. God, the man’s arrogant. In the Xander-verse, he’s the king of everything he surveys—and he certainly believes that includes me. I should march out of his cabin on principle—but principle’s not what’s turning me on right now.
Xander is, damn it.
“Time me,” he whispers in my ear, his heated words making those reprehensible naughty parts melt more. He cradles my hips with his big, sexy hands, and yes, I notice he’s brushing his thumbs over my hip bones. How can I not? His legs press against mine, and even through all his clothes, I feel his enormous dick. If I could just make him stop talking, he’d be perfect.
“You’re setting the bar high.” I tug, and he lets me go, which is another disappointment. “Or low. I didn’t realize there was a time limit on your availability. Do most women lose interest after ten minutes?”
He laughs and tosses his helmet onto the bed. Okay then. “You want to know about the other women in my life?”
Do I? It’s sort of easier to ignore the inescapable fact that my husband’s freaking gorgeous, but that his enormous dick has made the rounds like the hors d’oeuvre tray at a party. A really big party. I turn around, buying time to think about this. It’s not my favorite mental image, to be honest. I’d rather stop thinking altogether and just enjoy the possibility of having Xander at my sexual beck and call.
His race jacket is black and hugs his shoulders and chest, the close fit emphasizing his muscled physique. Xander may have amassed a fortune investing in Wall Street and resort properties, but he does more than sit behind a desk all day, and the man just radiates danger. Or maybe that’s the combination of the body armor and personal safety knife he’s wearing strapped to his side. Who knew racing could be such a dangerous sport?
“I do want to know,” I decide.
“Why does it matter?” He prowls toward me, effortlessly closing the few feet of space I’ve managed to put between us, and then he walks us back toward his bed. The mattress bumps against the back of my knees.
“Because you’re offering me a used penis and I’d like to know where it’s been?” I don’t want to overact, but now that I’m thinking about it… yeah. I absolutely want to know.
“Nowhere,” he growls and slides his hands up my bare arms. The rough pads of his fingers teasing my skin feels so good that I have to fight to not lean into him like a cat.
“Excuse me?” I give up the fight and lean. In answer, his hand cups the back of my neck, tilting my head up. His fingers stroke my skin as he lowers his head.
“My dick has been nowhere,” he whispers roughly. “It was waiting for you, da ?”
My brain short-circuits, which is only partly due to his lips brushing mine. His left hand moves south, skimming down my back to cup my butt. He makes me feel incredible.
“You
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