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She giggled, stroking me lightly through my jeans.
“The door isn’t even locked, Ice.”
“Sure it is. I don’t risk my old lady when we’re out and about. Are you seriously doubting my manly skills, little vixen?” She let out a gasp, and giggled, backing away from me. She was wearing one of those prissy skirts again today with a blouse, and I couldn’t wait to tear them from her fucking body, and fuck her senseless.
I watched her as she eyed the place, plotting her next move.
“You don’t really think you can outrun me, do you, little vixen? You know I’ll always catch you. I’ll always fucking catch you, and pin you down, so I can do wicked things to you.”
She was slowly backing away, in the direction of the few doors at the rear part of the property.
“What I can’t decide today is whether I want that sweet pussy of yours, or that naughty tight little ass, or that sexy mouth with the plump lips, and the wicked tongue.”
She flushed bright red, and started shaking her head.
“No. I won’t let you.”
I grinned as I followed her, matching her pace.
“You don’t get to say no, Lissa. You’ll take whatever I want you to. I just might push you onto your knees and fuck that mouth, so you can’t keep saying no to me, what do you think of that?” A soft gasp was her response, and she turned to run. In Lissa speak, that was a hell yes, I’d learned. We hadn’t even gone there yet, but I desperately wanted to fuck her mouth.
“Not just gonna fuck your mouth, Lissa… I’m gonna shove my dick right down your throat, and make you choke on it.”
A breathy giggle was her response as she darted down the hallway and tried to close the door before I could reach her. With an exhilarated yell, I ran for the door, and caught it just as it approached the frame.
“Nice try, but not fast enough.” I carefully nudged the door open, but she was gone. What the fuck? I was in the kitchen, and she wasn’t. There were two doors facing me, one being the small bathroom, but what was the other?
“Lissa…” My voice was a low growl of frustration, but I loved how fucking wily she was. As I stepped into the room, the door closed behind me, and I knew she’d somehow made it past me. How the fuck?
I wrenched the door back open to find her standing halfway across the large room, with her hands on her hips, and a huge grin on her face.
“How the fuck…”
She giggled. “There’s a door off the kitchen into the office. I like the idea of an escape from that room if, you know, some bad guy like you is intimidating me.”
“That’s it, you’re not seeing any male patients, no fucking way.” I advanced on her, and she didn’t budge an inch.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do, Ice. This will be my business, dammit. You might own me, but you don’t control that.”
Lissa
Ilovedpushinghisbuttons.He was getting pissed as he stormed over to me, but I also knew how to diffuse it in one swift move. He was right about the patients, but I figured his biker brothers would keep me busy enough that I wouldn’t have time for other patients anyway, so this argument could happen another time.
As he reached me, I dropped to my knees, and stared up at him as his eyes widened at me.
“You want to win the argument, Ice, there’s only one way you can shut me up right now.”
He chuckled softly as he reached out and stroked my hair, which was neatly pulled back with about a dozen clips.
“Get this shit out of your hair. I need to be able to grip it when I fuck you.”
I reached up and started pulling pins from my hair, dropping them on the carpet beside me.
“Don’t you fucking touch me.” My words were a pathetic attempt to argue, because I wanted his hands on me more than anything. The idea of him holding my hair as he used me? That had me wetter than I’d ever admit, because I loved it when he took control.
I shook my hair loose at last, and smiled at the low groan Ice uttered at the sight. He reached down to brush his thumb over my lips.
“These are gonna look so fucking sexy wrapped around my cock, babe. I was tempted to do something to keep those hands behind your back, but actually I kinda like the idea of you using them to keep fighting… there’s something so hot about the way you fight me.”
