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She was still belligerent, but her breathing was rapid, and he could smell the arousal on her skin. She pushed her pelvis toward him. "You think you can tell me what to do. You think this is a dictatorship. You think you're the dictator. "
He pushed his jeans down. "You think we should have a fucking democracy? " He lifted her skirt and shoved her panties down her legs. He slid his fingers through her folds and found her wet, slick, ready for him. He moved his thick length to her opening. "Then let's take a vote. My vote is that we fuck. " He shoved a tantalizing inch of his penis into her. He let go of one of her hands and lifted her face to his. "What's your vote, babe? "
Jenny felt the hunger and need slam through her body. She knew she had brought this on herself. She didn't care. It was so exciting with him. She tried to push down more on him. He stopped her. He was in total control of their movements. She knew he wanted confirmation. "Yes. "
She was rewarded immediately. He pushed his length all the way in one long stroke. The pleasure was incredible. For both of them. They let out simultaneous groans. He put his hands on her butt and lifted her into him. She clung to his neck.
As soon as he got it all the way in, the mating changed. The hostility left his body. He started stroking her in long, even movements that pushed her beyond all reason. His mouth gentled and his seduction became, soft, worshipping.
"Jenny. It's so good. " He groaned in her ear. "You're so fine. I can't get enough of you. " His words were enticing, They continued to move together in a union of mutual hunger and need. Jenny felt herself losing control as her climax gripped her. Her internal muscles milked him and pushed him over the edge and they came together in a rush of intense, jarring pleasure.
She hung in his arms. She lifted her head and their eyes clashed together with an impact that was stunning. "You're amazing. " His words were almost an accusation.
"Is that a bad thing? You sound almost mad about it," she teased him.
He smiled. "No. I'm not mad about it. But it's fucking with my head. You're fucking with my head. "
She laughed at that. "Ha. You're the one that's messing with me. "
"Messing with? Come, on babe. You just came for me. You can let go of a little f-bomb now and then. "
She laughed and pushed against him. "I don't have a problem saying that word. I say it when I'm mad. So, you better watch out, if you hear me say it. You'll know I'm mad. "
His grin disappeared and he grew serious. "You were mad earlier. You didn't say it then."
"I wasn't mad. I was just pointing a few things out to you. It's a fact. You're a dictator. And you think you own me. " Her voice was mild. Her tone even. She was just stating the facts as she saw them.
He looked shocked. "I don't think I own you. "
"That's good. Because you don't. " She left the room to go get her stuff.
He watched her go with a perturbed frown on his face.
Chapter Nine
Friday afternoon her phone rang. She was cleaning out her refrigerator because all the food was spoiling since she had
n't been there to eat it.
They had met two weeks ago today. They had spent most of those nights in the same bed.
"Hello? "
"Hey, Angel. " He went straight to the point. "It's Friday. I've got to work late at the bar tonight. I can either pick you up at three a.m. or some time tomorrow. Your choice. " She didn't respond. "I want to get you at three, but I'm probably being a selfish bastard to expect you to wake up in the middle of the night for me. "
A dart of pleasure went through her at his impatience. "Can't I come to the bar tonight? "
He hesitated. He would like to have her there. She was good company and it would relieve his boredom with the whole evening. He thought about all the men that would be watching her. He didn't like that. He'd have to handle it though, because now he wanted her there with him. "Sure. If you want to. I'll swing by and get you about six. We'll eat at the bar. Bring your stuff, and we'll just go back to my place after I close up. "
"Okay. I'll be ready. "
"And Jenny. Dress conservatively. I don't want the old fuckers thinking they have a chance with you. "
She laughed. "Hmmm, I don't know. I think I might dress like a slut. " Her voice was teasing.
"Conservative, Jenny. I mean it. "
He had the last word again.
