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I turn on the sink and spray him, drenching his hair and upper body. A drop of water rolls down his cheek and he blinks at me, breaking into a slow grin.
“You fucked up, Maven,” he says with sparkling eyes.
“I didn’t mean to,” I say, and I try to dart away.
Dallas is faster, with longer arms and quicker reflexes. He grabs me and tosses me over his shoulder. I squeal as he leads us down the hall.
“Like I’m going to believe that,” he laughs, and his wet shirt soaks the front of my jeans. “You should’ve thought about the consequences.”
“Why?” I whisper in his ear. “I like being bad.”
He almost trips over his feet, and his hand moves from my ankle to my thigh. “You’re a menace.”
“What about the plates?” I tease, and he opens the door to his bedroom. “Washing dishes is one of your favorite pastimes.”
“I think fucking you into the mattress might edge it out, so I’d like to give that a shot.”
Dallas drops me on his bed. I bounce twice and look up at him, watching in amazement as he peels off his shirt. He tosses it aside and crawls onto the sheets, his gaze never leaving mine.
“Hi,” I say, and I trace the muscles on his shoulders.
“Hey.” He reaches for the hem of my shirt and looks at me. “Can I?”
“You’ve had your tongue inside of me, Dallas. Yes, you can take off my shirt.”
“Just wanted to be sure,” he mumbles, and he tugs the clothing over my head. “Because I’m still not sure what I did in life to deserve this with you.”
I tuck those words away for later. There’s a time to fawn over them, to feel a giddy swoop in my belly when I think about his gentle soul, but it’s not right now. Not when his thick length strains against the denim of his jeans and he’s looking at me like a predator looks at their prey: like he wants to consume me.
I pop open the button of his pants and he pulls them off, leaving him in black briefs. I smile at the edges of his tattoo peeking out and he guides me onto the pillows with a soft push.
He undresses me, tugging my jeans down my thighs and tossing them aside. When I’m lying under him in nothing but my bra and underwear, he hums.
“You really are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Dallas says. He leans forward and takes my breast in his mouth, over the fabric of my bra, and I moan. “You drive me out of my fucking mind.”
“Yeah, well—” I gasp when he bites my nipple. The sharp sting of his teeth is just enough to feel good. “Look who’s talking.”
“Stop distracting me.” He moves to the other side of my chest and sucks that breast, too. The cotton of my bra clings to my skin, sinfully wet from his mouth. “Going to get you off first.”
“No objections from me.”
I reach out and run my palm up his thigh, needing to touch him. I drag my thumb down the front of his briefs where he’s already hard. Before I can go any further, his fingers curl around my wrist and he brings my arms over my head.
“Don’t. If you do that, I’m not going to be able to fuck you, Maven, and I think I might die if I don’t get to sink into your tight pussy. Hold onto the headboard, honey. Let me make you come.”
“If that’s what the boss wants,” I say, and my eyes roll to the back of my head when he licks my neck.
He moves down my body, kissing across my chest then my stomach. He shoves my legs apart and positions himself between my thighs. There’s nothing considerate or sweet about him right now, and I love that he loses his mind around me.
Dallas hooks his thumbs in the waistband of my underwear and shimmies them down, humming his approval when I lay in front of him naked from the waist down. His touch dances up my thigh, pressing into the muscles and moving his hand further and further until he’s inches away from where I need him themost. He’s teasing me, making me wait, and I hate him a little bit for it.
I lift my hips and he chuckles, his eyes cutting away from my legs to my face.
“Impatient.” His thumb circles my clit, and I feel like I’ve been electrified. My entire body tingles with sensations when he drags his thumb through my slick arousal and parts me. “So fucking wet. So fucking pretty.”
The compliments make me blush, and I squirm on the sheets. “Dallas.”
“Tell me what you want.”
