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Something to remember her by.

“Tara,” he warned, his muscles tense and his voice tenser. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”

She nodded as best as she could, trying to show him that’s what she desired without stopping, and rolled her tongue over him again, pumping faster. He let out a strangled groan, then pumped his hips into her mouth, his entire body going tight.

The rush of his semen on her tongue was heady. Empowering.

She sucked every bit of him that she could get, swallowed it all, and didn’t release him until his tremors stopped.

He collapsed against the wall, his breathing harsh. “Fuck, Tara. I’m going to need a second.”

She swiped her hand across her mouth, her gaze locked on his still-hard penis. “I want to do it again.”

“Shit.” He groaned and ran his hot gaze over her. “Your fun is over. I’m in charge again. Get naked now.”

Her stomach clenched at his demand, and she ripped her shirt over her head without hesitation. As she stepped out of her skirt, she stared at him. His cheeks were still flushed, and his breathing ragged. And he was watching her with that darkness that promised revenge for her misbehavior. She grew wetter with the anticipation, squeezing her thighs together. “I’m almost ready, sir.”

He pushed off the wall and closed his arm

s around her. “Keep the rest. I like you in thigh-highs and underwear—but nothing else.”

She lifted her face and laced her fingers behind his neck. “Whatever you want.”

Letting out a soft sound, he kissed her gently. As his mouth worked over hers, he backed her toward the bed, one step at a time. She couldn’t help but notice the difference in the way he held her.

As if she meant something to him. As if this was more than a quick lay.

And she liked it.

As he lowered her onto the mattress, his elbows keeping the bulk of his weight off of her, his mouth worked over hers. He rolled his hips against her, his still-hard erection teasing her. “May I touch you?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said, nibbling on her ear. “Touch me.”

She closed her legs around his waist and ran her fingers over every inch of his body. At the same time, he traced the curve of her hip before creeping up her stomach. When he reached her bra, he undid the front clasp. As soon as her breasts were free, he slid down and captured one hard nipple in his mouth, scraping his teeth against her. She cried out and arched her back, needing more.

Needing all of him.

Releasing her nipple, he fisted her panties and tore them off. Once they were gone, he dipped his hand between her thighs, slipping two fingers inside of her. When he crooked his fingers, she dug her heels into the mattress and rocked her hips up.

“Jake,” she begged. “Harder.”

He stopped immediately. “You forgot to beg me.”

She threw her head back against the pillows, the frustration and need killing her. “Please,” she panted. “Please let me come.”

He wiggled his fingers again, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. “Remember to ask nicely next time, or I’ll walk right out of this room without making you come.”

“I-I will. I promise.”

He moved again and clamped down on her nipple at the same time, sending a bolt of need coursing through her veins at lightning speed. She pumped her hips in tune with his movements. She was close. So close.

He released her nipple. “I can feel your pussy getting tight. I can feel you getting closer and closer, but I didn’t give you permission to finish. Ask me. Ask me now.”

Digging her nails into his shoulders, she asked, “May I come?”

“Nope.” He lowered himself down her body. “Not yet.”

Curses sprang to her tongue, but she bit them back. Insubordination would get her nowhere with him. He nipped at her hip bone, his fingers still buried inside her. Still driving her insane with want and need. Still torturing her, since she couldn’t come.

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