Page 33 of Sold to the Silver Foxes

“Tabitha—”

She leans in, resting her head on my shoulder. “Can we…not think about it for a minute?”

The request disarms me. What do I do now? This closeness was not listed on the contract, and as much as I’m accustomed to leading in a scene, this isn’t that either.

I try for what’s natural and slide an arm around her, pulling her gently against my side. The scent of lavender laundry soap andsomething undeniablyhercurls into my lungs. We sit like that, watching moonlight silver the lawn.

After a stretch of silence she whispers, “You really have everything under control?”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle.” I turn my head, and her lips are inches away. The rational part of me advises distance—sexual encounters are fine, but this? This feels intimate in a different way, which complicates the protective calculus. But the heat in her eyes eclipses caution, and the weight of the day melts under resignation. I brush a thumb along her cheek.

“Show me,” she murmurs.

My self-control snaps, quietly and completely.

I capture her mouth, hand sliding to the small of her back, drawing her flush. She answers with a soft moan that vibrates against my tongue. When we break for air, her pupils are wide, skin flushed.

“Bed,” I say—one word, clipped, a command and a plea.

She rises, leads me across the Persian rug. At the mattress edge, I pause, fingers at her pajama buttons. “Cherry?” I ask—a final check. No sense in misreading this. I already feel like I’m out of bounds.

She shakes her head, eyes shining. “Grapes, apples, cherries, whatever fruit—you’re safe.”

A laugh escapes me—brief, startling—and then words are useless. I lift her onto the bed, slide beside her, and let precision yield to instinct.

Work crises can wait. Pietro’s schemes can wait.

I cannot. My restraint is holding on by a thread. “How much do you like these pajamas?”

“I just got them?—”

I rip the top open, and buttons scatter like fireworks. I’ve thought about her tits all day long. It was the only thing that got me through the day. I wanted to take my time, be the cool, calm guy for her. Right now, I don’t have it in me.

She squeals for a second, then giggles. “What the hell?”

But I jerk her pajama pants down and fall to my knees. This girl isn’t wearing underwear. Just knee socks now. Fuck.

“Lie back.”

“Oh. Okay.” She rests her head on a pillow, leaving her in the perfect position for my dinner time. The view? Heavenly. “If I had my way, I’d keep you like this all the time. On your back, ready for me. You are fucking gorgeous.”

“No, I’m?—”

“Shut the fuck up. Anyone who’s ever said otherwise is a damn liar.” No more conversation. I lunge for her pussy, tasting every bit of her. So sweet. She grips the sheets as her back bows, never pulling away, only pushing against me for more friction. I slide my tongue through her folds to listen for when I hit her spot.

Her squeaky moan tells me I found it. “Oh god!”

I go to work, lapping, sucking, nibbling. The longer I work, the tighter her thighs clasp my head, and she’s stronger than she looks. Perfect earmuffs. Her body shakes until it goes still, and I can barely hear her cries when she comes, thanks to those thighs of hers.

I yank off my clothes as she recovers, and I’m on her before I can think straight. There is no thinking straight around this girl—she’s in my head. A dangerous proposition, one I’m willing to endure for this.

For her.

She wraps her legs and arms around me, and I roll us over until she’s on top, a pale beauty staring down at me. Her long red hair covers her tits the way mermaids are painted sometimes, and her face is flushed from orgasm. That smile is enough to bring the dead to life. “Nico, I want you in me.”

I grab her ass and pull her toward me, which makes that wet pussy glide up my dick as she purrs. My brain sparks and shorts out completely. No more thoughts. Only feelings.

I cock my hips back and push, breaching her tightness. Nothing has ever felt this good. There are no words. She gasps my name like a prayer, and I’m done. I roll her onto her back, kiss her like my life depends on it, and bury myself deep inside of her body.

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