Page 120 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series

“Really, Andrew? So obvious. So lame. I’m not telling you where Harper is.”

He shrugged good-naturedly. “Can’t blame a guy for trying. So what do you think of our country?” Andrew put down the whisk and leaned against the counter.

She licked her lips and tilted her head in what she hoped was a seductive pose. “I’ve enjoyed the Chicago hospitality so far.”

Mercifully, the sexy man took her hint. Reaching over, he pulled the pan from the heat and turned the stove off. “How hungry are you?”

She unbuttoned her blouse, loving the way Andrew’s gaze devoured her as she pulled the soft material over her shoulders. She hadn’t bothered putting her bra back on in her haste to cover up earlier. “I’m starving.”

A quick glance at Andrew’s track pants confirmed he was ready to roll. His thick cock was hard and leaving an impressive tent in the cotton. “Amy?—”

“Gettin’ cold feet? And here I was thinking you were this big tough guy,” she taunted when she sensed his hesitation.

“Take off those pants and bend over the table.”

His commanding tone pushed every bloody hot button she had. She quickly complied, positioning herself so that he had a bird’s-eye view of her arse, the one he’d called gorgeous last night.

Andrew started to pull his pants down, then cursed. “Fuck. Condoms are upstairs.”

Amy began to rise but he pressed her back against the smooth wood. “No. Don’t move. Not an inch. I want you to stay exactly like this, waiting for me.”

“Don’t take too long.”

He placed a light slap on her arse for her cheekiness, though there was no pain associated with the action. It was meant to serve as a reminder, nothing more.

She pressed her legs together, feeling the wetness coating the insides of her thighs.

“Actually,” Andrew said, “I want you to wait for me with your legs open.” He tapped his toes against her ankles until they were spread apart enough to suit him.

“You realize you could have already gotten the bloody condom and been back by now.” His stalling was making her cranky.

“Maybe so, but eventually you need to learn that anticipation makes the reward a lot sweeter.”

She groaned when he moved away from the table, but didn’t bother to leave the room.

Here we go again.

He was going to play with her body until it felt like it would explode with unrequited lust.

“Please, Andrew. Let’s just have a quickie. To take the edge off. Then you can tease me all you want.”

Andrew didn’t reply. He reached toward a basket on the counter, grabbing a wooden spoon. That wasn’t on the list of limits.

Not that it mattered. She wasn’t about to turn down anything. She still regretted saying Oz and missing her opportunity to explore anal sex.

“You don’t mind pain.”

She remained quiet. His comment had been rhetorical. She wasn’t going to waste the breath denying something that was obvious to both of them.

“In fact, it makes you hot.”

He returned to the table, standing directly behind her arse. She couldn’t see him without lifting her head and twisting. She didn’t bother. Listening to his deep voice, while not being able to see him or what he planned to do, added to the excitement. She’d told him she wouldn’t call him master, but she had to admit, he was bloody good at mastering her.

“How hot can I make you, Amy?”

She bit her lip to keep from telling him she was already in danger of spontaneous combustion and he hadn’t laid a finger on her. Before she could offer any answer, the wooden spoon landed squarely on her arse.

She yelped with surprise and pain. “Bloody hell.”

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