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He lifted her over his shoulder, ignoring her squeal and flailing feet. “Where are we going?” she demanded as he headed down the hall.
Nudging open the first closed door with his toe, he carted her into the room lit only by a red nightlight beside the bed. A double, from the looks of it. Lovely. He was so tall that his legs hung off the edge of all but a King-sized. Well, no matter. He’d been in close quarters before, and it wasn’t like he intended to stay the night. She didn’t want him to, and he sure had no interest in cuddly mornings-after.
He dropped her on her ass in the center of the mattress and put one knee beside her, giving her space. From the fiery glow in her eyes and the flush in her cheeks, she seemed to enjoy when he dominated her, but he wasn’t going to assume a damn thing with this woman again.
If she didn’t give him the words, he was gone. Stiff dick, slightly dented pride and all.
“Consider this me laying it on the line.” He fought to keep his focus on her face and not the full breasts that were one deep exhalation from popping out of her corset. “If I stay, we’re going to fuck my way. I’m going to touch and kiss and own every part of you. You never forget your first, darlin’, and I’m going to prove that to you tonight.”
She started to argue, but then she appeared to reconsider. “Okay.”
If she didn’t want him to even attempt to be respectable, fine. But she was going to get his Olympic version of dirty then—and that required more time. A girl like her warranted more than that, but if he couldn’t wine and dine and Valentine her, at least he could curl her toes a few dozen times. “One night won’t be nearly enough to show you all I want to.”
“Fine.”
Not exactly the enthusiastic response he’d hoped for a few minutes ago, but good enough. “Now we—”
She pursed her mouth and stared over his shoulder. “Oh God. I can’t believe I left that out.”
Before he had a chance to see what she was talking about, she’d scrambled out from under him and rushed across the room to her dresser. She grabbed something pink and cylindrical and shoved it in a drawer.
Hmm. He wasn’t sure what he’d just seen, but he had a pretty good idea. He’d definitely investigate the contents of that drawer later.
After turning back to him, she clasped her hands behind her back in her best imitation of a misbehaving schoolgirl. Add in the corset and the silky black stockings, and he was toast.
“Where were we?” she purred.
He rose and walked toward her, taking his time. Making her sweat it out. He reached up to caress her cheek, mesmerized by its silky softness. He grabbed a handful of her long hair and tugged her head back, pleased when her pout gave way to a moan. “You’re going to be glad I negotiated for a longer duration by the time I’m done with you.”
He didn’t know where the words came from, because he wasn’t the kind of guy who angled for more with a woman. Ever. The revolving door had always suited him perfectly.
But Jill was proving to be different in every way.
…
Jill didn’t balk when he picked her up this time, probably because he didn’t tote her over his shoulder like a child. He caught her beneath the knees and back and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. On her back beneath him, she stared up into his grass-green eyes, wondering how she could feel dizzier in this position than she had upright.
“Where are your condoms?” he rasped, shifting away. She still had time to feel the massive wood he was sporting. Massive wood that would soon be inside her.
Again.
“In the cabinet under the bathroom sink.”
Once he’d disappeared into the bathroom, she struggled to get her heartbeat under control. What was she thinking by agreeing to more? He obviously didn’t truly want to, he was just feeling guilty about the virgin thing. She should’ve made him finish in the kitchen.
Right. Like she could make him do anything. Bryan did what he wanted, when he wanted. Always. She admired his single-minded focus on his career and, well…himself, though she knew that was one more reason he was bad for her. Her mother had loved and married a man like that, Jill’s father, and she’d ended up dying alone.
Not her. Never her. Multi-night stands withstanding.
Bryan swaggered back into the bedroom, completely at ease with his nudity. Her gaze darted from the washcloth in his hand to his latex-covered hard-on. Whoa. “Has it grown?”
She didn’t expect him to chuckle as he dragged her to the edge of the bed. “Sure has, darlin’. Open up these pretty knees for me.”
“What are you doing?”
“Shh. Just relax.” He smoothed the warm wet cloth over her folds and offered her a crooked smile as she released a soft moan. “A bit sore, huh?”
How embarrassing that she was. That he knew she was. But that probably was him ego-stroking himself about his enormous member, so she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
