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He sighed, a sound of resigned frustration more than anger. “Kelsey.”
For some ridiculous reason she wanted to cry at the defeated way he said her name. Her temper slid away from her, replaced by the perplexing need to make it okay. “I’m sorry, sir. I tried to control things again. I’m sorry . . .”
Hands spanned the side of her head. “Shh, love. Please don’t get upset.”
She pressed her lips together, trying to fight back the knot developing in her throat.
His frown dipped deep, regret there in his eyes. “Yes, you did try to control things. That is unacceptable. But hell, I didn’t need to be an asshole about it. Come ’ere.”
She sagged into his grip and met his gaze. His eyes said everything he hadn’t. I’m sorry. It’ll be okay. I need you. His lips met hers in a soft press, his hands sliding down to her neck. The tension slowly unwound inside her belly as he sat on the floor and dragged her into his lap. Her clamped nipples brushed against his bare chest, sending snaps of now pleasure-edged pain through her. She breathed his name into their kiss.
His cock, growing hard again, pressed against the thin silk of her already soaked panties. Her body trembled, need firing anew. She’d been riding on the edge so long, any touch now ignited her. He broke away from the kiss with a panted breath and laid back on the warm wood floor, propped on bent elbows and spread out like a delicious buffet of man and muscle. “I want you, love. And since I’ve been a jerk, it’s ladies’ choice this time. Tell me how you want me to make you come.”
She briefly considered crawling up his body and straddling his face. The man was a master with his mouth. But she knew nothing else was going to satisfy her at this point except having him inside her. “I need you to fuck me.”
A feral look entered his gaze, and he reached beneath her thigh for his pocket. He pulled the condom out, and she lifted up on her knees to give him room to unbutton his pants and sheath himself. Before he even moved his hand out of the way, she was lowering herself onto him, her folds slick and ready to accept him. She let out a long sigh of satisfaction as he filled every space inside, and she sat fully against his hips. God, each time felt like the first time with him, every nerve ending standing at attention.
His eyes were closed in his own wave of enjoyment, but his smile was unrepentant. “You’re going to have to do all the work in this position, love. I’m not accustomed to being on the bottom.”
She lifted her hips in a slow drag and then plunged down again, shivering at the look of ecstasy on his face. “I think I can handle it, sir.”
By the time she screamed out his name, sending them both into oblivion, the floor was shiny with their sweat and the noonday sun beamed through the windows.
But as she lay across his chest afterward, their heavy breaths intermingling, she was all too aware that being on top meant nothing. In those few hours of that Monday morning, she realized exactly who had surrendered.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Kelsey lay stretched out in the late-afternoon sun as content as a turtle on a log. The rays had heated her skin to the perfect warmth, and the sound of the crashing waves smoothed out the anxieties knocking around in her head. She gave a languid stretch and a yawn.
Kade shifted on the lounger next to her, turning onto his side and peering at her through his dark sunglasses. He’d joined her about a half hour ago, but both of them had been happy to keep each other silent company. He smirked as she lowered her arms from her stretch.
“What?” she asked, glancing down at her tankini bathing suit. The top had ridden up from her stretch, revealing a fresh expanse of skin.
He nodded at the faint finger-length bruises on her hip. “You’re suddenly making me bereft that I decided to come on this vacation with my assistant and not a date.”
She laughed and tugged the bottom of the tank down again to hide the marks. “Well, that’s your own fault. I see the submissives falling all over themselves at The Ranch to get into your dungeon. I’m sure you would’ve had a harem of them to accompany you if you’d asked.”
“Nah, no one’s really captured my interest in months. Well, at least no one who was available. I seem to have a thing for wanting women who already have owners . . . or husbands.” He sighed and rolled onto his back, his restlessness palpable. “Last girl I thought could be the answer turned out to be Wyatt and Jace’s very married sister. Either of them would probably punch me in the throat if they knew I’d made a pass at her.”
“Ouch.”
“Yeah.”
She turned to face him, propping her head on her hand. “Your problem is you have a hard-on for vanilla girls. You want an innocent who you can mold exactly how you like.”
He peeked over at her, his forehead lined with thought. “That’s what you think?”
She lifted her eyebrow in challenge. “I don’t think. I know. I’ve heard the subs whining behind your back. Those beautiful, well-trained girls are willing to let you do anything to them, and you’re not interested.”
“Fuck,” he said, turning his face toward the sky again. “You’re right. And isn’t that just a fucking fantastic kink to have? Because how the hell am I supposed to find that kind of woman? Date a bunch of vanilla girls and see who gets all soft-eyed when I get rough? Good way to get a restraining order.”
She reached out and gave his hand a squeeze. “Maybe talk to Grant. He’s the one who admits the newbies. Maybe he can connect you with a girl who’s curious but not experienced.”
He laced his fingers with hers and brought her hand to his mouth for a quick, friendly kiss. “Thanks, dollface. Maybe I will.”
“Ahem.”
Kade released her hand, and Kelsey sat up to find Wyatt standing behind their lounge chairs, jaw tight, eyes glaring in Kade’s direction. Kelsey offered a bright smile. “Hey, you.”
