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Okay, then. This thing is happening.
I busy myself plumping the pillows. When he doesn’t come back, I take inventory of my damaged blouse. When he still hasn’t returned, I retrieve my pistol then crawl over to my purse and dig inside, ignoring the safety pins I always carry in case of an emergency to retrieve the condom I have tucked inside.
I blow on it as if to remove the dust.
When he finally returns, I hold it up for him to see.
“Best save that for the wee fellas.” He drops a box of Magnum Premiums—an unopened box—on the floor beside the pillows.
I lift an eyebrow.
He narrows his eyes at me, daring me to comment on the full box and his apparent dry spell. Or maybe he’s such a stud, he goes through boxes at a time?
I lick my lips like a cat tempted by a treat. A big treat.
“Tell me no if you don’t want this to happen.”
I blink.
“Last chance to make a run for it.”
Run? It takes great effort not to roll my eyes. What does he need, a parade lined with red flags leading to me? Looks like I need to be the aggressor. I roll my shoulders, work my blouse off my body, then grin as I feel it drop to the floor.
A spark of desire lights his eyes. “Right here,” I murmur, caressing the swell of one breast.
“There.” His face takes on the expression he had during Assassin’s Creed when I killed my first captain of an elite troop: dumbstruck.
“Shoot your thick sweet cream right here.”
His groan fills the room.
“Or do I take that big cock of yours in my throat?”
“You’d tempt the devil, you would.”
“Says the devil himself.” I sashay forward. “But do I? Tempt you?”
“You want the truth?” he murmurs, his tone thick and full of want.
I nod.
“I’d like nothing better than to take you to bed and fuck you until you can’t walk straight. First slow. Then hard. You on your belly, you riding my cock.”
I feel my cheeks heat. His filthy, naughty words.
His eyes glimmer with need. “You’re something else, you know that?” Leaning in, he places a gentle kiss on my lips. “And when the whiskey’s worn off and a brand-new day is on the horizon, you’re gonna remember what a devil I am.”
I gasp at his warning, but he’s already charging forward. He grasps me by the arms and tugs me into him. My breasts push against his chest. Yeah, there’s no denying he’s all muscle.
He places his finger on my chin and angles my head to the side. It’s a move you read about in romance novels. The alpha male taking charge of his woman.
Yet the angle is ... awkward. Uncomfortable, even.
“Bring me those naughty lips,” he murmurs.
“Let me move and I will,” I murmur back.
“Nah, I got you were I want you.” He brings his lip to my ear and whispers. “You’re never going to forget this night, storeen.”
