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I squirm.

He sighs, and it’s so dramatic it makes me smile. “We have so much work to do. But for now, let me look at you.”

He runs his hand over my chest, cupping a breast before moving to my belly, laying his palm flat as he goes. When he gets to my hip, he squeezes and tugs, pulling me on to my side and closer to him so he can grab my ass. “Roll over.”

I obey.

“Fuck, look at that ass,” he murmurs. “Absolutely perfect. It’s going to look so good when I spank it.”

My eyes snap to his. They’re dark and dangerous.

“I told you, Darcy. We have a lot of work to do.”

Chapter16

Anthony

ICOME TO with Darcy in my arms and a smile on my lips.

I should feel bad about it, but after last night, I can’t find it in me to care. The woman wants me? She can have me.

My dick stirs at the memories of what we did. She’s so innocent. Sofuckinginnocent. I should feel bad for all the ways I’m going to ravage her, but much like my quickly fading guilt, I can’t find it in me.

Shifting, I move so I can prop my head in my hands and look at her. She’s fucking flawless. Lightly tanned skin with bikini lines from her time at the beach, breasts that are far more than a handful, a stomach I can’t stop wanting to lay my head on, and her hips, thighs, and ass? My fuckingdream. She’s not a small woman other than in height, and she is perfect. Completely and totally perfect.

She stirs, blinking open sleepy eyes and smiling at me with bare lips that are still swollen from all the kissing last night. She has a little beard burn, but it’s not enough to keep me from leaning to give her another kiss right now.

She melts beneath me, her soft sigh making my dick harden at the very sound of it. I push her hair away from her face to get a better look at her, and her grin gets even bigger.

“Who knew you were a cuddler, Mr. Hall?” Her voice is deeper than normal.

I give her a light scoff. “Who saysI’mthe one who was cuddling all night long?”

Her hand traces patterns on my chest. “Me. Because every time I woke up, you wrapped your arms tightly around me and wouldn’t let me so much as get up to go to the bathroom.”

I grunt, not sure if I’m ready to admit to that. But I release her. “You have three minutes before I expect you back in here.”

Her eyes light with mischief. “And if it’s longer?”

Brat. “Then I’ll punish you.”

She grins as she scoots out of the bed. When her eyes move about the room, clearly looking for something to put on, I shake my head. “No. Naked. Time is ticking.”

A slow smile crosses her face as her gaze meets mine. “Yes, Sir.”

She takes five minutes.

Which is fine, because it’s time she learned her first lesson.

She starts to close the door when she comes back in, and I give a quick shake of my head. “No need.” Then I sit up and rest my back against the headboard. “Come over here.”

Her steps are sure, but a flicker of hesitation flashes in her eyes as she crosses the room.

“Pull the covers down, and lay beside me, on your stomach.”

She steps to the bed and does as she’s told, lifting the covers and pulling them all the way to the end of the bed. Her eyes widen as she takes in my swollen cock. “I don’t know how it’s possible, but I think I forgot just how big you were. I thought it was a fever dream.”

I chuckle. “I’m no dream, sweetheart. Now lay down.”

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