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“I would think nothing less. Bull terriers are less persistent than you.” He lubed up the balls and leaned over her, sliding over the panel of her panties with a lubed finger. She inhaled sharply, her belly trembling beneath his forearm as he slipped one ball inside, then the other.
She was still so wet and swollen, and in the faint light in the room, he glimpsed the redness of her pussy. From him. From them.
Swallowing hard, he gave the balls a testing push. She didn’t make a noise. “Feel okay?” he asked, his voice coming out every bit as strangled as his throat.
Goddamn, she was sexy. More so because she didn’t try to be.
“They don’t feel like anything at all.” She shrugged and sat up, pulling her panties back into place and her jersey down over her hips. “I gotta jet.”
“If they bother you, take them out. I can help you later when—”
“Help me? Are you kidding? They’re tiny. I won’t even notice them.” She leaned closer and gave him a quick kiss. “See ya.”
“Oh no, you don’t.” He fisted a hand in her hair and tugged her right back. “You’re going to think of me every time those move inside you. Imagine me sliding them in. Keeping them there as I push my dick into you, slow and deep.” He covered her mouth with his, stroking his tongue between her soft lips.
He kept the kiss brief, and she moaned as he pulled back. Smiling, he laid a finger on her mouth. “Have a nice day, honey.”
Chapter Eleven
Denver rolled her shoulders as she walked down the hallway. The little ball things were no big deal. She felt slightly fuller, but then again, her pussy had been well abused all night.
Okay, so maybe abused wasn’t the right term. Ryan was all about mutual enjoyment.
She slid her fingers around her wrist where her skin was still a little raw from tearing at the cuffs. Even soft cuffs could leave a mark evidently. Beyond that, everything he’d done had been about her pleasure. He’d wrung it out of her with a mastery she didn’t really want to study too closely.
Memories from her days with her ex were tripping her up. He’d been controlling. Not just controlling, he’d been overbearing and obsessive. He wanted to know where she was at all times, and while the sex had been thrilling at first, it had eventually become more about fear and pleasure-withholding than mutual satisfaction.
She didn’t want to ever go back to the girl she’d been with him.
Marco had made her believe that making him happy was most important. Forget her own needs. Pleasing him had been her whole world.
Even if sex didn’t feel or mean the same thing with Ryan, instinct and years of protecting herself couldn’t be denied.
Letting go with Ryan was the scariest thing she’d done in too many years to count.
Not that she really had a choice. He took her out of herself and deposited her onto another plane. One that had no defined edges or rules. At least any rules that she could understand.
And she was pretty sure Ryan liked leaving her moored on his particular island. The worst part was she couldn’t deny just how amazing it was with him. But God, just the idea of dragging him into her fucked-up past made her chest constrict.
Denver hurried down the hall and gasped when she lengthened her stride. “Fuck.” She dragged in a slow breath as the little balls shifted and tugged on one another before settling back where he’d put them.
Okay, maybe today would be a little more interesting than she’d thought.
Placing her hand on the doorknob to Elle’s room, Denver jumped as the door opened for her. “Hey.”
Elle glanced at Denver’s outfit. “And where did you go?”
Denver looked down at her bare legs. “Vending machine?”
“Uh huh.” Elle played with the telescopic handle on her bag. “Did that vending machine have a name?”
“No, but he gave good chocolate.”
Elle snorted. “I bet. Want me to wait for you?”
“Nah, go ahead.” Denver slipped inside the room and swallowed a groan when the little balls shifted.
“Must have been damn good chocolate.” Elle shook her head. “I’ll see you downstairs.”
