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“You don’t make the rules. I do.”

“Says who?”

“The man who’s about to make you come, sugar.”

He snakes lower on the bed. Lifts my hips as he thus my leather leggings down and groans as his head rests on my stomach. I feel him inhale against my mound. “So, fucking good.” His tongue darts out, sneaking through the hole sin the black lace to lick a path down my slit.

“FUCK!” I scream as he moves my panties aside and his velvet tongue slides home. I struggle in his grasp but he just laughs against my pussy keeping my hands firmly locked in one of his,

“I hate you!”

“I know. You hate me so much…but you can’t stop wanting me.”

“Gah!”

I wiggle, but his hand presses my hip down into the mattress at the same time he captures my clit.

“Checkmate.” He rasps. Rolling the tiny nub between his teeth. It. Fuckin. Hurts. So. Good. The pain of his teeth and the healing sweep of his tongue work in a rhythm that his fingers join. “Dare! More! Please make me come!”

“With pleasure, darlin’.” He drawls, in the sexy slang the men from here use.

He’s the devil making me burn as continues to work me good. Round and round his mouth sucks and licks until I fall into the abyss, screaming for him. For the man I loathe in daylight but crave in the dark.

“That’s it sugar. Let yourself go. You’ll sleep good now, doll.”

“Hmmm,” I fall back against the pillows as he finally releases my wrists.

I watch through hooded eyes as he pushes up on his knees and stands. “You’re leaving?”

“My job here’s done.”

“What about you?” I arc a brow.

“I’m good. You needed the release more than I do. See I’m not such a selfish jerk after all. But I’ll warn you now. Don’t get drunk like this again. Not while you’re mine.”

“You have no say.”

“But I do. You agreed. This…,” he gestures to my body with a sweep of his hands, “is my property until the clock strikes midnight on December thirty-first.”

“January third. I’m not leaving until January third.”

“Even better,” he grins, taking a finger and running it down my curves. The bed moves after he lifts the weight of his knee. “Sleep. Because you won’t get a wink come tomorrow.”

He throws two logs on the fire and it flares. The embers cracking and popping into the rejuvenated flame. As soon as the door shuts behind him, I’ll get up and take a shower. But the door softly closes, and my post-orgasm coma pulls me into a deep sleep. Too deep to dream. And for the first night under this roof I sleep like a baby.

17

DARE

SHE WAS SNORING BEFORE my hand reached the door. They were cute, dainty ones. I couldn’t resist taking out my phone and recording it. I’d save that audio file for a later date and tease the fuck out of her with it.

I don’t know what in the hell just happened. All the blood rushed from my head straight to my dick, staying there for most of the night. Getting involved with her is going to be a mistake. But I can’t stop my hands from reaching out and touching her or my lips from wanting to fuse to hers. The woman drives me crazy. I want more. But at least neither of us have to worry about the other’s feelings. Love is not a part of this equation. How can it be? We only like each other when neither of us is speaking.

Too wound up to sleep. I grab my coat off the back of a kitchen chair where I left it, take off my boots, trading them for my waterproof ones and slip out the back door.

It stopped snowing and the midnight moon shines bright its light reflecting all around. I cup my hands to my mouth, blowing on them before shoving them deep into my pockets.

I’ve never seen the earth so still. The moonlight bounces off the snow lighting up the night. It’s quiet. Peaceful and I can finally clear my head.

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