Page 38 of Good Girl Gone Bad

She switched her weight from one foot to the other. God, I hope not. She loved him, which was completely outrageous, inconvenient, and unexpected, yet none of these arguments made it less true. What if he felt something for her, too? Maybe he didn’t completely love her yet, but she’d seen the look in his eyes at the studio when she told him that sometimes plans changed and new goals came into view. Damn it, could she be so wrong?

I’ll show him.She didn’t have time on her side when it came to making him fall for her. She’d have to use her body to show him, without the words that would probably freak him out if she revealed just how much she cared for him. Perhaps the intensity of that emotion would be enough to convince him to give her a chance and forget about contracts.

He produced a black plastic bag and removed a box from it. “I want you to wear a dress, and underneath, this.”

She tilted her head to the side, trying to register the shiny box with a red G-string inside. A couple of small devices were packed next to it: a black ring, and a—

“Is that a dildo?” she asked, grabbing the box from him.

Why, yes, it was. A small, round vibrator.

“This is a vibrating panty. You insert the vibrator in the slot,” he said, pointing at the small opening on the interior lining of the underwear, exactly where it would cover her pussy.

Heat coiled low as she stared at the contents, fascinated, curious, and aroused. “This looks kinky.”

He gave her a devastatingly sexy smile that weakened her knees and sent her pulse on a wild race. “Wear it tonight. This dildo has different settings, and I’ll command it with my ring,” he said, taking the ring from the box and sliding it on his finger.

“Are you serious?” The ring didn’t give away its purpose, but simply had a couple of buttons on the side that she assumed he’d push to adjust the vibration settings.

Her clit throbbed, the idea sinfully wrong. “Why don’t I wear the ring?”

“Because you won’t make yourself come in public.”

“You got that right,” she said, feeling her cheeks burn. She wouldn’t mind screwing him in public, as long as no one saw them. She didn’t have the salaciousness to sweat in front of his family if she didn’t have to. “I was going to take a shower. Wanna join me?” she asked.

“As much as I’d love to, no. I have some business emails I can’t avoid. Take your shower, then put this on,” he said, pointing at the box, “and get dressed.”

“How long will I wear the panties?”

“Until tonight. I want you begging me to make you come by the time I take them off.”

“Well, I have a request of my own, then. Tonight, I want us to go all the way,” she said, as heat spread across her chest. She’d entertained the idea, and now, she was ready to try it with him. “I want you to take my ass.”

Other than the butt plug they’d used, she’d never had anal sex before. Not full on, cock-in-her-ass sex. Hell, none of her boyfriends had even suggested it. They were too congenial, too sweet, too vanilla to entertain playing with her ass.

His gaze raked over her, pausing at her nipples then dipping lower still. When he lifted his eyes to meet hers, their chocolate depths smoldered with scorching promises. “It’ll be my pleasure.” He angled closer, erasing the inches between them.

“I want you to have me any way you can. I hope I won’t let you down,” she said. She’d hate to kill the mood by changing her mind at the last minute. A part of her, though, sizzled in anticipation to be claimed by him in the most primitive way a male could take a female. She’d fallen for him and yearned to give him every part of her.

“That would be impossible.” He kissed her cheek, and the light brush of his lips on her skin nearly melted her bones.

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I want you to have me any way you can.

Two hours later, Lily’s words still haunted him. Marco drummed his fingers on the boat’s railing, peering at all the villas and the mountains in the background but not really paying attention to any of it. If he closed his eyes, her image came to mind, and her startled gaze when he’d told her his plan.

Did she really want him, or was she fulfilling the contract? He looked down at the amber contents of his tumbler. He didn’t have any doubt he excited her sexually—her body told him better than any heartfelt confession. But she also treated him with kindness, the way she’d been with those children earlier. Lily Jenkins was all future mother material.

Bringing their relationship to the basics, to the raw pull, was what he needed. That’s why her suggestion to finally have anal sex came in handy. He’d have done it any other day, but tonight he needed it to show himself that the only thing holding them together was sex—raw, hot, temporary sex. He had to show her he’d never be a permanent fixture in her life. But was he doing it to protect himself, or her?

“Marco,” Nico called him.

“Yeah?” He turned around, taking a drink of his scotch.

“Are you hiding?” Nico asked.

“That’s not my style,” Marco said. His grandmother had been talking to Lily for at least twenty minutes on the other side of the boat, and he’d decided to take a breather from the whole thing. His nonna apparently loved Lily, which had squeezed his heart. “What’s up?”

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