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“Keep mine. Sleep in it every goddamn night from now on. It’s not a request.”
“But I don’t have a bed to sleep in,” I reminded him, gripping the open handcuff under the pillow and slowly sliding it toward me.
His hand was behind his head, gripping the top of the headboard. It was a perfect position to lock him in, if I could get the cuff up the rung and close enough to his wrist before he noticed.
“I’m sure we can work something out… After all, we’ve already slept together in this bed,” he said, his eyes still focused on my lips.
His comment gave me pause. He’d gotten rid of my bed so we could sleep together like we had last night? I had no idea what to think about that, but I couldn’t let it distract me. The bastard still had all my clothes somewhere. He still hadn’t discovered that I’d thrown half his clothes out the window.
“You want to sleep beside me?” I wondered aloud, sliding the cuff up the rung as quietly as I could. If he turned his head now, he’d see it, and it would be over. If not, there was the tiniest possibility that I might pull this little trick off.
“Beside,inside… something like that,” he said with a cocky grin.
Inside? Just that single word in his low, filthy tone curled my toes. The idea of sleeping with Beckett, and him sleepinginsideme, night after night, did something to my brain.
“Or you can beg me for your bed back, and crawl for me on your hands and knees…” he continued.
I was able to pull myself from the lust fogging my thoughts.Right.I was playing him at his own game, and I was so, so close.
He was hard, his cock lifting his shorts right in front of me. I couldn’t help but brush my hand over him. When it came to distraction techniques, it seemed wisest to stick to what was proven to work. I rubbed my palm across the bulge, and he swallowed thickly. Emboldened by the hot look in his eyes, I slipped my hand inside his shorts and pulled him free. He was so damn long that even with his shorts covering half his length, there was still a whole lot to work with. I leaned forward, bringing my mouth close to his cock. I was pretty sure at this point, a volcano could erupt in the living room, and he wouldn’t notice.
I licked the tip of his cock, where sticky liquid was pooling around the slit on the head. “Am I doing it right?”
“You’re doing it perfect, Cinderella,” he murmured.
I licked him some more, and his cock leaped against my tongue as I played with him. He seemed transfixed at the sight of me teasing his cock and wearing his jersey.
“I’ll never beg you for anything,” I murmured to him and shifted closer. I had one hand on his cock and the other ready to get the cuff on.
“But you might beg me,” I whispered, just as I closed the cuff around his wrist.
He stared up at me for a moment before twisting his head to look at his wrist.
“How do you like that, Mr. Follow My Rules?” I goaded.
Beckett took a second to assess the situation and then lunged for me, grabbing for me with his free hand. I scrambled back from him, falling to the side and kicking at his hand as it closed around my ankle.
“You don’t want to play this game, Evie,” Beckett warned.
I cackled. “Oh, yes, I do.Youdon’t want to play this game because I’ve won it,” I laughed.
He snatched my ankle and dragged me up the bed. In a flash, he removed his hand from my ankle and slid it up my thigh, then pressed two meaty fingers inside me.
I gasped, the sudden invasion shocking and hot as hell. I stilled as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, my body immediatelyresponding. I was wet as hell from the whole thing, and we both knew it.
His thumb found my clit and circled it, making me nearly jump off the bed. It was so damn good. Nothing should feel this good.
“What we’re going to do right now…is you’re going to unlock my hand and then let me fuck you right here on this bed until you scream.”
“Hmm, I don’t think so,” I gasped and arched my hips into his touch. His cock was still half out, and harder than ever. I reached out and closed my hand around his meaty length with a firm grip.
“I think you can finish up just like we are, and I won’t uncuff you. It’s only fair that you sleep for one night like this, considering the warm welcome you gave me to this room.”
“Still carrying a grudge about that? It was days ago, Evie…get over it.”
“Says the king of holding grudges,” I gasped out. I could come like this, and very quickly. His fingers were turning me inside out, and I needed to come.
“Hmm, when you put it like that,” Beckett murmured, his tone considering. “Carry a grudge all you want, but I’m not finishing you off until you untie me.”
