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“If you say so,” he said easily. He crouched to pick up the soap, but before he stood, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss against one of the bruises on her thigh, grinning wickedly when she gasped in surprise. He purposely picked one that was close to her pussy, and he felt the small shiver work under her skin. Her eyes heated as she looked down at him, and she shifted her stance just enough for him to know that she would be perfectly okay if he moved up and to the left. But he had other plans.

Instead, he stood and silently reached around him for his shampoo before handing it to her. She narrowed her eyes at him, but took it. “Tease,” she muttered, but he still heard her.

“Baby, you have no idea how much of a tease I can be,” he drawled as he started to soap himself up. “But I’m not going to take you in the shower. Not this time, anyway. We’ll have plenty of chances for that. We still have some shit to work out, and I think that should be more important than sex, right?” She gave him an incredulous look, and he bit back a grin. He loved to throw her off. Normally as soon as she gave him the okay he would be all over her, but not this time. She looked down at his cock pointedly before lifting her gaze back up to his and arching a brow. “Ignore him,” he told her. “He has a mind of his own, and when you’re around, he’s always ready.”

She smirked. “Explains a lot,” she said as she poured some shampoo in her hand and started lathering it into her hair. “So what exactly do you want to figure out?”

“We can talk more once we’re out of here,” he replied as he stepped back to let her rinse it out. They shared a shower before, and he was always fascinated by how her hair looked like wet silk when she washed it. He also loved it when it was still damp and brushing across his skin as she sucked him off. His cock jerked at the thought and he had to bite back a groan.

Karissa stepped back and gave him a knowing look. He quickly washed off and waited for her to finish. Now that the heavy moment had passed, for now anyway, she was back being her normal self and brushing up against him, driving him insane. He had to clench his hands into fists at his sides to keep from grabbing her, and from the sly looks she was giving him, she knew it too.

When he finally turned off the water and stepped out, his cock was throbbing and he was about ready to say fuck it and bend her over the sink to bury himself inside her. Instead, he grabbed a couple of towels and briskly dried off, trying to keep himself under control.

He tossed the towel aside and then eyed Karissa as she watched him with a wicked glint in her eyes and an innocent smile on her face. She dried off her breasts, and then moved the towel slowly over her sides and stomach. He let a low growl in his throat, and her lips curved further in response. “Rissa, you’re treading on thin ice,” he warned her. “If you don’t want to be on your knees with my cock down your throat, stop teasing me.”

She chuckled softly. “You make it sound like that would be a bad thing. Maybe I’d prefer that instead of whatever discussion we’re about to have.” She quickly dried off the rest of the way and then dropped the towel. She stepped forward, her breasts swaying, and said softly, “I think we’ve done enough talking today.”

He swallowed back a groan when she pressed her body against his, her nipples rubbing enticingly against his chest and his cock brushing against her mound. Her hand curled behind his neck and into his hair. “Rissa,” he rasped, lust making his mind hazy as she scraped her nails over his scalp the way he loved before pulling him down to her.

“No more talking, Razor,” Karissa ordered. “We can talk all you want when we’re done. For now, I think we both need this more.”

He couldn’t agree more. He stopped trying to resist her, but he did pull her hand out of his hair. She gave him a slight frown, but then she laughed when he scooped her up and carried her out of the bathroom. He set her down beside his bed, but he didn’t push her back on it. Instead, he reached around her, grabbed one of his pillows, tossed it to the floor and ordered, “You’re right. So how about you get on your knees, open that fuckable mouth, and suck my cock? If you’re good, maybe I’ll taste that pretty pussy and make you scream.”

Her eyes flashed with desire, and she sank to her knees without another word.

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

KARISSA

If any other man had ever dared to speak to her that way, she would have bitten his dick off. Not Razor though. His orders were hot, and it made her wet to know she had made him talk to her that way. It also empowered her to know that even though she was the one on her knees, that he was hard for only her. And she meant what she said. She was done talking.

Instead of sucking his cock down the way she knew he was expecting, she widened her knees to give herself better balance—and if he got a better view of her pussy, why not—put both hands on his thighs, and moved her mouth to his balls, licking and gently sucking on them, making him gasp in surprise, and then let out a choked sound as his entire body stiffened.

She bit back a grin. She loved to throw Razor off his game. It was a small pleasure, and it probably helped that she knew how much he was going to reward her for this. She spent a couple of minutes paying attention to his balls, avoiding his cock completely, driving him as insane as he liked to drive her. When she finally looked up at him as she left his balls and trailed her lips along his hard shaft, he was staring down at her, face flushed and eyes blazing.

“You’re going to pay for this, Rissa,” he warned her through gritted teeth when she finally reached the flared head. “Fuck,” he hissed, hands coming up to clench on the back of her head and tangle in her hair as she licked along the underside just right. She blew lightly on him, making him shiver, and she decided to put him out of his misery as she leaned forward and took him into her mouth. He let out a groan and she smiled as she went to work.

Razor loved blow jobs, and as much as he tried to downplay it, she figured it out the first night they slept together. He spent a lot of time getting her to orgasm over and over again, and when she returned the favor, he lit right up. He held himself back as long as he possibly could, savoring the sensation. So she was going to give him what he wanted this time too.

She brought her hand up and circled it around him, moving it in time with her mouth, twisting and gripping just enough to have him going up on tiptoe, his abs clenching. “Fuck, Rissa, you’re so fucking perfect at this,” he grunted. “I love this mouth. Should be illegal.” She hummed a little, and he hissed. “That’s right, baby, suck me down and make me cum.”

With pleasure, she thought as she began to move her mouth and hand in earnest. Within minutes, Razor let out a low cry and his hand tightened on her head as he swelled and then came down her throat. She swallowed him down as much as she could until he was finally spent and slowly let go of her head, disentangling his fingers from her hair. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before she got to her feet. Razor stared down at her, his breathing still erratic, his eyes promising all kinds of delicious things.

Instead of waiting for him, she stepped back, laid on the bed, and spread her legs. Trailing her hand down to her wet center, she slowly circled her clit with her finger. Razor’s gaze zeroed in, and his eyes burned impossibly hotter as he watched her. She shivered before she moved her fingers down to her entrance and pushed two inside, gasping at the sensation. “Are you going to join me?” she moaned as she slowly fucked herself, letting her legs fall open.

“Eventually,” he said as he stepped forward. “I think I like the sight of you getting yourself off, Rissa. Show me how you make yourself feel good when I’m not in bed with you, licking and eating that sweet pussy the way I know drives you crazy.” He put a knee on the edge of the bed and started to stroke his already hardening cock.

Her pussy flooded with new arousal at his order and she didn’t waste any time. It wasn’t the first time she had gotten herself off this way with Razor watching, but this felt different. More important. She brought her other hand down to work her clit as she moved her fingers faster and faster inside her. Her eyes never left Razor’s, the connection helping to build the orgasm inside her.

She moaned as the pleasure rose, and her hips bucked and twisted, begging for release. “Razor,” she moaned.

“That’s it, baby,” he purred seductively, moving so he was kneeling over her between her spread legs, his hand still working his cock. “Show me. Give it to me. I want to hear you screaming my name, wishing it was my cock inside you instead of your own fingers. Me stretching and filling you so full that you know it’s going to be so fucking good when you finally get to cum. Isn’t that right, baby? You love my cock.”

“Oh fuck,” she cried, her orgasm swelling at his words. As it overtook her, she saw the satisfaction on his face, even as he let go of his cock, yanked her fingers out of her pussy, and covered her with his mouth, drinking her down and catapulting her into another climax as he thrust his tongue inside her.

When he finally pulled away, her entire body was buzzing and her skin was coated with a thin sheen of sweat. Razor sat back, face wet and a sexy smirk on his face. He grabbed her hips, flipped her to her stomach, slapped her ass and ordered, “Ass up, gorgeous. I was going to take more time with you, but this pussy is too fucking good.”

She let out a soft moan at his words but pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, arching her back seductively as she looked at him over her shoulder. The look on his face was almost feral, and she grinned. “You going to fuck me, Razor, or just stare at me all night?” she asked him huskily, taunting. “Because I’m sure I can get myself off again…”

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