Page 37 of Dirty Love

That’s where he’s wrong. I gave up my right to choose my own path a long time ago. But I’m not selfless. If he’s game to fuck me silly, I’m not going to push him away until he’s done. “Do your worst.”

—eighteen—

Wilson

Fucking temptress.

My jeans are uncomfortably tight as I loom over Tabitha’s naked, bubble-slicked body. My worst? “Can you handle that?”

“I can handle anything,” she says, her nipples tightening as she looks up at me. “Do what you want with me. I’m yours to play with.”

“Until you bite.” I grin and grab a towel to kneel on. “Turn around. I’m going to wash your hair.” I wait until she’s settled with her back to me, then I gather her wet strands in my fist and tug her backward so my mouth is next to her ear. “Get you squeaky clean everywhere.”

“Promise or a threat?” She twists her head as much as she can and water runs down my arm, soaking into my rolled-up sleeve.

“Both.” I release her and squeeze conditioner into my palm. I carefully work it into her thick red hair, coating the strands before massaging her scalp with my fingers.

“You’re good at this,” she whispers.

“First time.” I clear my throat, trying not to think about how good it feels to hold her head in my hands. How I could turn her around and get her to blow me. A quick screw isn’t going to bind her to me any more than the other night did.

I need to get under her skin. Fucking is a means to an end tonight.

But she’s just as equally interested in getting under my skin. I soap up her back, then her sides, edging onto the swell of her breasts, then down to her waist, and the whole time, she’s talking smack to me.

And it’s making my dick harder than I thought possible.

“I didn't take you for the guardian type,” she breathes.

“Is that how you think I see you? Someone to take care of?”

“Isn’t it?” She shifts, lifting the curve of her bottom out of the water. A red flag invitation to be violated there. I reach for the conditioner. “Do you see me as a girl in distress, needing rescue?”

“Is that what you want? A father figure to protect you, baby girl?”

She freezes.

Maybe I’ve gone too far. Maybe my dick is genuinely cutting off the blood flow to my brain.

“I can take care of myself,” she says softly. “And I've had enough father figures ruin my life, thank you very much.”

But she follows that with a slow, inviting glance at me over her shoulders.

I raise one eyebrow. “Should I finish what I started?”

She nods, and I coat my fingers with conditioner.

“Are you mine to play with?”

“Yes.”

I stroke my index finger over the curve of her ass. “Good. Hold still.”

—nineteen—

Tabitha

There’s nothing quite like being ordered not to move. My senses go on high alert and my eyelids flutter shut as he skims his fingertips between my ass cheeks and over my sensitive flesh there, then lower, leaving a slippery trail from one hole to the next.

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