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“But also very painful that I couldn’t be in bed with you.”
I open my mouth, ready to tell him that he could have slept with me, but snap it shut as his grin grows cocky. “Where are the guys?” I ask instead.
“They are finishing with one of our clients today. You are with me.”
“I am. What are we doing?” He steps closer, watching my mouth. The wood at my back presses harder.
“I want to show you our house, then we can go to the bakery. I didn’t look around enough. Las has a plan for it and shared it with me.”
“I like that plan. Let me get ready.” I expect him to step back, but his face is getting closer. I want to kiss him. “Wait,” I shout, my hand blocking his descent to my lips. “Wait I…I haven’t brushed my teeth,” I groan.
“I don’t give a fuck.”
He swiftly moves my raised hand and kisses me. My lips were already parted in shock, and his tongue tangles with mine. His hand glides from my hip to the middle of my back and pulls forcefully. My body collides with his. His other hand tips my head back and stays on the side of my neck.
My arms hang weakly at my side, and I finally get the message that a hot man was kissing me, and I need to participate. I run my hands up his chest and over his neck. I ease up on my tiptoes so I can reach his head.
It goes a bit wild after that. I forget all about my non-brushed teeth. I forget that I’m just in a T-shirt, and they must have taken my bra off, so the girls are pressed to him with only thin material separating us. I moan into his mouth.
He pulls away suddenly. “If we don’t stop, I’m going to throw you on the bed and fuck you,” he warns.
I shake my head, trying to clear the fog of lust. “Right,” I mutter. He tries to take a step back.
“You need to let go, Sugar,” he says, amused.
“Oh, right.” I remove my hands, holding them clasped to my chest.
“You need to stop looking at me like that. Be a good girl, do what you need to get ready.”
“Right,” I repeat. I slide to the side back into the room. “I’ll go shower.”
“Do me a favor?” he asks.
“Of course.”
“Lock the door.” I glance down to see his cock hard and bulging. I gasp when he palms it. “Breeane,” he growls.
“Yes?” I ask, my eyes still locked on it.
“Fuck, woman, get your ass in the bathroom and lock the door,” he grits out.
I tear my eyes away but pause. He takes a menacing step, and I jump, running with a laugh to the bathroom. “I’ll be out soon—ish,” I yell as I slam the door. My hand hovers over the lock.
“Be a good girl,” he shouts.
I like being a good girl, so I lock the door.
But there's no guarantee that I won’t be bad in the future.
I took the fastest shower in history. I fought and won over the desire to masturbate—he definitely would have heard. I threw on another favorite pair of jeans. They were baggy but tight at the ankles and rode low on my hips. Just to fuck with him, I wore his shirt. Also, it smells like him, and I’m becoming increasingly fond of the smell.
I pulled my heavy hair in a ponytail and put on light makeup. I could hear him in the kitchen, so I didn’t want to take forever.
Now I find myself walking beside my lion mate, my fingers twined with his, to see his house.
“It’s comfortable. Nothing special,” he informs me as he swings open the front door. I step into the living room. The biggest television I have ever seen is hanging on the wall to my left. “We watch a lot of games,” he says, watching my reactions carefully but trying not to be obvious.
A dark brown leather couch takes up much of the room. It faces a big fireplace and a TV. Two other recliners that match the couch are placed in the back of the room, with a small table between them. Magazines and books are scattered around the room.
