Page 34 of Petty Deadly Gorgeous

Tsk-tsk, Sean, pussy trumps work.

“You’re welcome.” I pulled my foot away from Dom and slipped my shoe back on. “May I take your plate?”

“Sure.”

I stood up and felt Dom’s eyes on me this time. It wasn’t the same distrustful gaze as his partner. Dom had lust in his eyes, and I felt him zero in on my ass. It confirmed my assumptions when Sean snapped his fingers to get Dom’s attention.

“Man, I just asked you where you plan to start.” Irritation laced his voice.

“Sorry. I think I’m still groggy from last night.” Dom’s husky voice caused goose bumps on my skin, because I knew the truth. “I’ll start with the sheriff.”

“That’ll work. Just text me who you’re going to talk to next, and I’ll do the same.” Sean’s chair scraped the floor. “I’ll meet up with you later.”

Dom’s chair scraped the floor as well. “I’ll see you out.” He waited for Sean to walk out of the kitchen and he glanced back at me. “Tell me this one thing. Did I imagine last night?”

“No.”

He gave me a nod and followed Sean, leaving me snarling again. That Sean is a self-righteous prick.

I cleaned off the table, scraping the plates into the trash and then rinsing them for the dishwasher. Stopping in the middle of rinsing, I looked out the window above the sink. It made no sense why he would ask me to look again, unless Dom told him he’d seen her.

When I came upon Dom and Sean in the kitchen, Dom said he remembered a room of people. Not specifically her.

Arms wrapped around my middle, and I cursed myself for being so lost in thought I didn’t hear them approach me. The lips that pressed against my neck were stubbly, and the five o’clock shadow scraped against my skin.

“Dom.” I melted into his embrace.

His low voice purred in my ear. “What the hell happened last night, Anna?”

I couldn’t stop the small giggle that came out. “What do you mean?”

His hand slid down my body and cupped my pussy. “I didn’t imagine fucking this sweet pussy?”

“Mm, nope.”

“Did I imagine the ritual?” he growled and nipped my ear.

“Nope.” I looped my wet hands back around his neck, pulling him closer. “You loved every salacious minute.” I wiggled my ass against his erection.

His arm around my waist moved, and that hand slid until he could wrap it around my throat. “What if I want to fuck you again?” He licked my neck. “What was it you told Jon?” His hand tightened around my throat. “Ah, I remember. You’d let me top.”

My pussy quivered, and I felt the crotch of my shorts dampen.

“Maybe I want to eat you on the table like he did?” He bit my earlobe. “Or should I push you to your knees and face fuck you? Then again, I could bend you over and ride you like a horse that needs to be broke.”

For the first time in this lifetime, I feel I’ve met my match. I submit to Jon or the sheriff occasionally. If the mood strikes me right. But Dom? I would love to play with him more and have him force my submission.

“Dealer’s choice.” I purred and pushed against his hand, teasing my wetness.

He let go of my center and directed me to the table with my throat. The minute I felt the wood against the back of my thighs, I let him push me to lie back. He released my throat and his hands looped into the waist of my shorts, ripping them from my body.

I shivered from the power I felt in the room. His demeanor told me he wouldn’t take anything less than my submission at this moment. And right now? I wanted everything he planned to do to me.

His blue eyes twinkled as he pushed two fingers inside my core. “Mm, that’s my girl. Wet and ready for anything.”

“Am I yours now?” I tightened my pelvic floor, squeezing his fingers.

He pumped them in and out, adding a third finger. “After last night?”

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