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So… you should probably go ahead and book it now.
I didn’t have to book it right this second, though. It was probably a good idea to wait until tomorrow morning, just in case.
In case of what?
I don’t know, just… in case.
The hiss of the shower cut off before I could start a full internal argument with myself. And I didn't miss the way my heart leaped with nervous anticipation for what was to come (pun intended).
Adrien walked back into the bedroom wearing his sweatpants, no shirt, and my mind did an immediate nose-dive into the gutter. There was no point in denying it anymore. I wanted to lick every inch of those abs before getting on my knees for him.
But only after he tied my wrists behind my back and ordered me to do it.
“It's eleven-thirty,” I said, just in case he'd lost track.
He tossed the towel he'd been using to dry his hair onto the red ottoman, crossed his arms and leaned a shoulder against the wall. “And?”
My mouth twitched as I plopped down on the bed. “And I'm super tired. So, if you could please stop being so disruptive, I'd like to wind down and go to slmphnmnmh.”
He practically pounced on me, caging me between his arms as his smiling mouth smashed into mine. I returned the kiss with ferocious enthusiasm, my thighs spreading to accommodate the press of his body.
“You taste like candy, Sanchez.” His lips trailed lava from my mouth to my throat before he growled his complaint. “But you didn’t follow my instructions. You were supposed to be waiting for me in the green slip.”
That hadn’t been an accident. “I’ve never been good at listening to authority.”
I yelped when he flipped me onto my stomach, my hands fisting the duvet as my body began to purr.Yes. Punish me.I deserved it.
His palm flattened across the small of my back, pressing me down. “What's your safeword, pretty girl?”
“Cinnamon,” I sighed.
His other hand went to cup my ass cheek. He squeezed it once before giving it a little smack over my jeans. I held back my moan, stuffing my face into the duvet I was clutching.
I wasn't going to make a peep tonight. I'd learned that lesson the hard way.
“Can I trust you to use it when you need to?” he asked. “If it becomes too much? If I get too carried away?”
“Yes.”
Another light smack that sent a shock of pleasure right to my clit, making it hiss. I'd have lifted my hips to give him better access, but he was still holding me down.
“I want to be a little rough with you tonight, Ria.” His voice had dipped into a rugged, hot gravel. He squeezed me again, harder this time. I needed to grab a pillow to stuff my face into, muffle any noise that escaped my throat without permission. “I've been looking forward to fucking you all day, and I'm not in the mood to practice any more self-control. Not when it comes to you and that smart little mouth of yours.”
“Then don't.”
He didn't miss the way that came out as a plea. I might as well have sunk to my knees and begged him to use my body however he wanted. My filter was gone. If I was only going to get one more night of this, I was going to take full advantage of it.
“You sure about that?” he teased dangerously. But before I could answer, his fingers had hooked under the waistband of my jeans and the cotton panties underneath, making my breath stutter. He yanked them down to my upper thighs, leaving my ass exposed to him.
I was vibrating.
“Fuck, Sanchez. Look at you.” His tone was a mixture of praise and awe as he nudged the hem of my shirt up to my waist. “One day I'm going to fuck you just like this,” he promised, trailing his palm back down to my ass. “I'll bend you over, pull your pants down, and take. And you'll love it, won't you, pretty girl?”
That shouldn't have sounded nearly as tempting as it did. I shouldn't have imagined him bending me over his desk back in his office, yanking my jeans down, and fucking me raw. And it shouldn't have made me nearly as wet as it did.
Smack.
The sting of skin-on-skin contact made my hips buckle. I choked back a delicious whimper.
