Page 44 of Sweet Shots

“No,” I grit out.

“Yes.”

We hold each other’s gazes, and there’s something in his that makes me want to submit, which is insane. I do not need this man that I cannot stand to take care of me. I don’t need anyone to take care of me. I’m an adult who takes care of himself just fine. I’ve been doing it for as long as I can remember, meaning I can handle it.

“What’s wrong, Mikah? You think I can’t do it?” he taunts me, stepping closer. “Which part are you worried about, hm? You know I can cook. You enjoy my food. You know I can make you come.Hard.I proved that yesterday. You think I’m too chaotic or something? Believe it or not, I have a pretty tight schedule. I’ll make sure you stay on one. Mealtime, relaxing, leisure, shopping, sleeping,coming… all of it. I’ll do it all.”

I gulp, then choke out, “Why?”

His fingers come up to brush along my cheek. I swallow hard as he says, “Because no one in this world has ever responded to me the way you have, and I can’t let that go.”

Chapter Sixteen

Dominic

Mikah holds my gaze, staring at me like a deer in headlights. I can’t tell if he’s about to run, drop to his knees and worship me, or cry.

I hope he chooses the second option. That would be amazing. The perfect thank you. Though, option one wouldn’t be awful, because I’d chase him. I’d catch him. I’d bring him back. Pretty sure he’d be too weak to fight me after that. Not physically, but mentally. I see him breaking. See him wanting to give in. He responds to me so much better now than he used to. The more I force myself onto him, the more he lets me in. The more cracks I see in that armor, the more weaknesses I see in his walls, the easier it is to slip inside.

Mikah is going to be mine one way or another. It’s only up to him how we do this. And when he wants to fight me on it, I’ll remind him that this was all his idea in the first place. He cameto me. He knocked on my door. He asked me for a favor. Not my fault he made me hooked, too.

“Don’t act like you don’t want this,” I say, stepping closer to him. “I can see it in your body language. You like what I do to you.”

He shakes his head, taking a stumbling step back. “No, I don’t.”

“Being afraid of it doesn’t mean you don’t like it.”

“That’s exactly what it means,” he snaps. “Why would I want to do something that scares me?”

“Why wouldn’t you? That’s the thrill of life, isn’t it? Pushing limits. Stepping beyond your boundaries.”

He’s shaking his head. “No, that’s not me.”

“Yes, it is. I see it on your face, Mikah. You want this. You like the way I touch you, the way I make you feel. You want more of it, but you’re afraid to ask. And you’re probably afraid of what will happen after.”

“After what?”

“After… this is done,” I suggest, playing off his fears. If it were up to me, it would last forever. But in his head, this is his worry. “After I grow tired of you. After you fall in love with me.”

“No,” he chokes out. “I could never fall in love with you.”

I shrug. “Suit yourself. But I see what you’re scared of.” I run my hand up his stomach, resting it on his firm chest. Fuck, I love his chest. So firm and sexy. “And trust me, there is no way I could ever grow tired of you. So really, there doesn’t have to be anafter. It could be a forever.”

And it’s those words that have him stumbling back until he slams into the wall. I can’t help myself. I follow after him, smashing my lips to his. He groans but doesn’t kiss me back. Not until I force my tongue between his lips and find his. And when I slip my hand into his pants to stroke his cock, he groans so fucking loud, leaning into me to deepen the kiss.

As I stroke his dick, I use my other hand to free mine. I press my forehead to his as I line our dicks up, stroking us both together. He bucks his hips against my hand, fucking my fist, dragging his hard length along mine. He’s breathing heavily, tiny whimpers escaping his perfect lips that I need to kiss again.

Fuck, this man is going to be the end of me. I don’t know what it is about Mikah, but it’s fucking something.

“You going to come all over my cock, baby?” I ask.

“Yes…”

His hands ball into fists, pressing against the wall. I stroke us faster.

“Fuck, how do you do this to me?” he mutters through clenched teeth. He makes a frustrated sound, almost like a cry. “I’m going to come.”

I release my dick but keep jerking him off, holding my dick with my other hand. When he comes, he shoots all over my cock, his fingers scraping against the wall.

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