Page 45 of Bad Cowboy, Tennessee

Fuck.

Put those words back in.

Don’t tell him you enjoy it.

“I like to hear that,” he said.

“I don’t know what my problem was on that first night,” I said. “You caught me off guard, then you pissed me off. When your arm was on my neck I just finally realized I had no other options…”

“Options?”

I swallowed. “I had nothing left in my control. Same thing when you pinned my wrists to the ground.”

The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile. “No options other than to spit in my face, Baby Blue.”

I let out a long breath. “Why do you call me that?”

“Ever looked in a mirror?”

I shifted on my feet. “I know my fucking eyes are blue.”

He stroked his cock a couple of times, and when I couldn’t help but glance down at it, he paused.

“I can stop,” he offered.

“You’re not going to.”

“Only because you love watching me,” he said. “And you don’t want me to stop, so I’m going to stroke my cock until I come, and it’s your choice whether or not you clean me off with your tongue afterward.”

On instinct I turned away, my heart pounding as I started to walk out of the bedroom.

But a new flash of anger made me freeze, turning around again to face him.

“Quit acting like you know me. I’ve never wanted to watch a guy jerk off. I only did it for you on the call because I was desperate.”

“And you’re not desperate rightnow?”

God, I hated him.

Or maybe I just hated that he was right.

He wasn’t going to quit calling me out.

“I can just go.”

“You’re not going to leave,” he uttered in a low tone, stroking himself in a steady rhythm as he pulled in a breath, holding my gaze. “Just watch.”

I couldn’t stop looking at his cock. The veins, the thickness, the fuckingtip, glistening in the light. Something twisted deep inside my stomach, something hot and feral and completely full of desire.

That was another thing I always liked in videos—when the person who got caught actually ended up liking it, way more than they’d ever bargained for. It was plainly obvious that Draven loved being caught, and that I loved catching him.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” I volleyed back.

“Keep watching.”

I didn’t want to be within a hundred fucking miles of this man but I still wasn’t leaving.

I was fascinated.

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