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“Can we just leave the lights off?”
“Why?”
“I just feel more comfortable with them off.”
“What if I want to see you?”
She snorts but there’s zero humor in her tone when she speaks. “I’m sure I’m not the type of girl you usually want.”
I turn the light off to hide the anger burning my cheeks as I pick her up and toss her on the bed. Any ounce of control or compassion I had is gone as I launch myself at her and pin her arms above her head.
“You don’t know the firstfuckin’thing about what I want.”
My tone is venomous, and the only sound she makes is a slight whimper when my denim-covered cock rubs against her clit.
Dragging my nose down her throat, I inhale deeply and then trace her collarbone with my tongue.
“Otto?” My name is a panting breath.
“Yeah, Princess?”
“Sometimes—” She clears her throat even as her hips continue to search for the friction she so desperately needs. “Sometimes it’s hard for me to, um…and I need some extra attention. God, this is embarrassing.”
My lips crash against hers, and I swallow whatever else she’s about to say. I’ve heard enough to know that having Briggs has changed her body and she thinks that warrants a conversation.
Fine.
I heard her but I’m also not a moron—she was brave enough to tell me, and I won’t betray that trust, even if I’m still pissed at her.
My tongue plunders her mouth until she’s moaning and writhing beneath me. Sliding one hand down the valley of her breasts, I savor the feel of her smooth skin beneath my fingers.
She’s perfect, but I can’t tell her that, not after years of silence when I’m still so damn in love with her. I push the thought from my head as my fingers dip below the waistband of her panties.
Fallon gasps when I rub a slow circle over her clit and then cants her hips, looking for more. I grin against her mouth.
“So greedy, Princess,” I say without giving her what she wants. “That pretty pussy will have to wait until I’m good and ready.”
I kiss a path over her jaw and down her neck until my face is nuzzled between her breasts. I hope to explore them later, but right now, I have a point to make. My teeth clamp down on her nipple through the cotton of her bra at the same time I increase the pressure on her clit.
“Otto!”
Fallon thrashes beneath me, and it’s pure fuckin’ magic watchin’ her come apart.
“That’s one,” I say as I gently plunge a finger into her pussy. Her walls clamp around me as the aftershocks of her orgasm ripple through her.
“I don’t—”
“Oh, Princess.” I chuckle as I slide my finger out and back in. “You’re gonna getexactlywhat you asked for.”
She whimpers as I pull her panties from her body, and dammit, her pussy looks fucking delicious.
“Take your bra off.” The command has her arching off the bed to maneuver her hands behind her.
Two beautiful tits stare back at me as Fallon lies naked on the bed. I want her—all of her, all at once—but I can’t give myself over to her like that.
It would be too easy to just let go of the past and lose myself in her, to her, but my heart would never survive. I have that fucker locked down as I kiss the smooth skin of her stomach and then hike one creamy white thigh over my shoulder.
Even in the dark I can see the rapid rise and fall of her chest. I want her to taste the anticipation on her tongue like I’m about to taste her pussy on mine.
