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His hips moved faster.
My eyes rolled back.
His moans got louder.
“Cum.”
And I was flying again.
Chapter 12
JUDE
Istood there, looking in the mirror as I lifted the same weights I lifted every morning, but it was completely different now. Last night, she had sat right there, looked in this very mirror, and come apart under my direction and under my fingers. Holy hell, was that hot. I wasn’t into BDSM, exactly. I’d classify myself more as a kinkster at best. The full-time thing just wasn’t for me.
But the way she moved under me last night. The way she obeyed. It was perfection. There was only one real problem.
How the fuck was I going to make it another week without touching her?
I focused my attention back on the weights when I heard that sound again. The buzzing. I smirked. I knew exactly what that sound was. This time was going to be different, though. She was always storming over, pissed about something. Looks like today would be a fair turn around.
I looked in the mirror, hyping myself up and making sure I looked all angry and pissed instead of bothered and horny. I stalked over to our adjoining door and knocked loudly. The raps of my fist echoing a little in the small space.
The buzzing immediately stopped. Gotcha.
I knocked again.
“Open up, Kenna!” I barked. I heard small noises as she walked near and the clicking and clacking of the locks opening. She had a ton of them.
“Hurry up!” I added insult to injury.
“What?” she barked right back, throwing the door open and barely holding her pink fuzzy robe closed with the other hand.
“No lace this morning? Hmm, shame,” I sarcastically tossed, moving her aside and walking into her home.
“Sure, Jude, of course you can wake me up and barge into my home without invitation,” she sassed. Fuck, if that didn’t make me want to throw her over my knee and spank that perfectly rounded ass. Again, I don’t want to be a Dom, but I wouldn’t mind some spice.
“First of all, we both know I didn’t wake you up,” I teased, shooting her a knowing look.
“What are you talking about? Your banging on the door definitely woke me up!” she argued, but she was flustered. That blush was a sure giveaway. I didn’t call her Red for nothing.
“No, Kenna, I didn’t,” I stated firmly, moving more into her space. I let my voice drop down lower, hoping she would catch my drift.
“I don’t know what you mean. I just woke up! Look at me!” She fought back.
“Oh, I’m looking at you. And I heard you,” I whispered, my eyes staring into hers. The eye contact we shared last night had been intoxicating, and I wanted more of it. Her eyes looked worried for a moment before she narrowed them.
“You’re full of shit, Lincoln. What’s your goddamn problem?” she pushed, poking my chest with one pointed finger.
Well, okay. Looks like Red woke up this morning and chose violence. That’s fine. I could play that game.
“Don’t play coy with me, Red. You and I both know that the loudbzz bzz buzzingcoming from your room every few days only means one thing.” I waited and watched as her face went from shock to a sliver of fear and shame to pure anger. Good, I wanted her riled up. The fiery pain in the ass version of Kenna combined with our new sexual history had me wanting to rile her up, only to make her pliable under my hands again. Jesus, what a game to play.
“You… You…” she stuttered; her hands fisted at her sides. She was almost vibrating with frustration.
“Cat got your tongue, Red?” I tease, moving even closer. My body loomed over her, until our breath is almost mingling.
“You’re an ass,” she spat at me.
