I only have to like his dick to get what I need.
He slides his mouth to my neck, sucking beneath my ear as he grabs a handful of my ass and squeezes it.
And his mouth and hands.
I can get onboard with all of it for the bliss of nothingness it’s going to bring me.
Forgetting will never have felt so good.
I grab his hair, pulling it at the roots.
He hisses, electric blue eyes piercing mine as I pull his head back so I can see his face.
“I know you’re dying to do it. So get on the floor and make yourself useful.”
I press a kiss to his mouth, my voice sickly sweet and mocking.
“Please.”
13
WOODY
“Not sure I heard you.What was that?”
Her fingers twist at the roots of my hair without mercy, making my scalp sting. Her eyes light up at the hint of a snarl breaking past my lips.
She’s going to be fucking trouble, I can tell. But as long as she’s trouble that keeps to our rules, then I don’t give a shit. Because frankly, I’d rather the little thief be mine while she’s here than anyone else’s.
Fucking a woman who doesn’t like me should have been at the top of my list. I can already tell by the way her eyes are glazed over with lust, but still sparking with distaste toward me, that she’s here for the physical and nothing else.
It’s almost comical how she’s trying to look at me like she couldn’t care less about me touching her, while her body is arching toward me, her greedy little cunt grinding against my jeans with determination.
I take a step back, biting back a dark chuckle as she wilts against my workbench, her juicy tits rising up and down in her white dress as she pants with unmet need.
“You heard me,” she snaps, reaching for the front of my shirt.
I step back, clamping each of her thighs above the knee and pinning them down as she tries to tighten her legs around my waist and bring me back to her.
“Not sure I did.”
I hold her gaze, loving the way her full lips pucker into a sulky little pout. What I wouldn’t give to slide my cock through them and make her gag on it.
But this is about her.
What asshole guy would let his fiancée think he hates going down on her? I bet the bastard is the type who carries a sanitizer spray around for public restrooms before he’ll get his tiny cheating dick out inside one.
Jerk.
She presses her lips together and lets out a cute little squeal of indignation. All it does is make my already rock-hard dick leak out a stream of pre-cum in my pants.
I run my tongue around the edge of my teeth, waiting for her to understand that as much as she might be the queen fucking bee at whatever job it is she has back in New York; that when she’s here with me, I’ll be the one keeping control. For both our sakes.
“You ready to say it nicely?” I arch a brow.
She looks at me like she’s about to rip it off my face, before she blows out a breath.
“Fine,” she mutters.
