Her body.
Her submission.
But I could be anyone in her head while she was in subspace. I was just the lucky bastard who happened to be in the right kink club at the right time to introduce her to it. She didn’t seek me out. Not really. Not the way I wanted her.
I was a means to stress relief and pleasure.
I wasn’t sure she gave a shit beyond that.
That was a lie. I knew she didn’t. She’d just told me in that damn hallway.
“No,” I answered. “Home, please.”
Other than a questioning look I ignored, Greer didn’t object. She also didn’t look disappointed. That loosened a bit of the tension, but not enough.
She chatted with her new best friend Hank the whole drive, asking about Darren and the new house they would be moving into.
I tried to use the time to get myself under control, but unease simmered through me.
By the time we arrived at my house, I was coming out of my damn skin.
I started to help her from the car before deciding it would take too long. I lifted her into my arms instead, and she laughed as she held on, calling out a goodbye to Hank. Her voice still held happy amusement as she asked, “What’re you doing?”
“It’s nearing midnight.”
I tore my focus away from the enhanced security system in time to see her content smile. “Oh.”
Rearming the system, I kept my tight hold on her as I started up the stairs, not stopping until we were in my bedroom. I turned on the light, only then setting her on her feet so I could kiss her the way I’d been fucking dying to do all night.
Her mutual desperation eased more of the tension as her shaking hands rushed to undress me. To touch me.
I did the same, roughly undoing the zipper down her back. The audible tear of the fabric cut through the air, and I tore my mouth away. “Shit.”
“It doesn’t matter,” she rushed out before spearing her fingers into my hair and pulling me back down to her.
The rest of our clothes were hastily discarded, leaving a trail as I backed her toward the bed. I reached down to force my hand under her ass and between her thighs before using that hold to lift her again. Her legs wrapped around me just as I took her down to the mattress, covering her body with mine.
I wanted her taste. I wanted to eat her until her sweetness dripped down my chin, and she begged me to stop. But when she shifted under me, sliding her pussy against my dick, I couldn’t force myself to pull away.
Not yet.
I rocked against her, returning the sweet torture. Her breath hitched each time my piercing rubbed her clit. Each shaking inhale grew more uneven as I played with her nipple. I pinched it harder than I should’ve, and Greer cried out into the kiss. But she didn’t pull away. She pushed herself into my hand, silently begging for more. When I eased back my hand and my mouth, gently touching and kissing her even as I ground my hard-on against her clit, she added non-silent begging.
“Please, Sir.”
I froze. More than ever, I needed to hear her say my name. “What was that?”
“You’re Tripp when you’re in me.” She undulated. “But you’re not in me right now.”
“You also called someone else sir tonight,” I gritted out.
“Accidentally.”
I dropped my head to her tit and bit hard enough to leave a mark. I wanted to add more all over. I wanted everyone to see them. More than that, I wanted them to be a reminder for her.
She was mine.
Even if she didn’t think so.
