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Welp, I think I’ve lost this game already. Might as well really go for it.
His face hovers over mine, and our eyes meet as he watches me come undone. And I don’t hold back, I pant and whine and moan while my balls draw up into me, and I spurt my release all over our chests. And because I’m a little bit of a sucker for him, I moan his name as I do it.
Sem.
His name on my lips drives him over the edge. He bucks his hips frantically, groaning as he bites down on my neck roughly, unloading into the condom.
I suck in air at the delicious pain radiating through my skin as he pries his teeth from me and presses his forehead to mine.
“I win,” he pants.
“Yeah, and what do you win?”
“Next time, you let go. No more holding back. I want to hear you scream.”
“A little morbid,” I manage to say, even though I am weirdly looking forward to that.
“Nah,” he says and then reaches up, grabs a knife from the end table, and cuts me loose. The fact that Sem was hovering over me with a sharp blade in his hand and I didn’t even flinch, makes me realize that I’m obviously in need of some clinical help.
Either that or I really fucking like the guy.
He quickly wipes me up with the edge of the sheet and then pulls me into him. My back presses against his chest as Sem rests his face on the top of my head.
“You took me so good,” he says softly, and my chest inflates because, yeah, I did.
“That’s because you prepped me well.”
He spreads his large hand across my stomach and throws a heavy leg over my thigh. “I’m doing that from now on.”
“You’ve got it,” I say and feel my eyes start to close. Because for some reason, with Sem, I feel safe. I know nothing can harm me when I’m with him. He won’t let it.
* * *
When we both wake up from dozing a few hours later, my stomach rumbles loudly, and Sem tightens his hold on me.
“You’re hungry,” he says, his voice a little rough from sleep.
“Duh,” I say, looking over my shoulder at him and smiling softly. “Want to grab dinner? I’ll order ahead so we can just pick it up.”
“And come back here?” he asks.
“Sure, I’m easy.”
“Yeah, you are,” he says, and I poke his chest.
“Watch it.”
I poke him again, and he flicks my hand away.
“I’m stronger than you, Maggie. I’d watch out.”
Of course, that triggers me. So, I launch myself at him, straddling his waist, my entire naked body plastered against his.
“You might be stronger, but I’m determined.”
He huffs a laugh and then tries to pry me off of him, but I cling like Velcro.
“Maybe I should tieyouup,” I say, nipping at his neck. “Use those serial killer ties you have hidden in your drawer. See how you like it.”
