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“So, if I was just some bimbo at a bar, you’d have fucked me six ways to Sunday already? Is that how it goes?” She doesn’t sound hurt—she’s pissed. “You’re a fucking asshole.”
I grab her before she can storm off again. “And you’re a Goody Two-shoes who uses every opportunity to remind me of that.”
“Well, if the shoe fits…” she barks right back, her eyes narrowing at me.
“Fine, you want to be treated like one of my girls? Fucked to oblivion and then tossed out like yesterday’s trash? Because I guarantee it’s not going to be anything like you read in your romance books.”
She stares at me, mouth agape, her breasts pushing up with every deep breath.
“That’s what I thought.”
Before I can back away, she lunges at me. Her lips press against mine, opening my mouth with her tongue as her hands grab my drawstrings, and she palms my cock bare.
A hungry moan releases from my throat at the urgent way she touches me. Her hand is firm, and every motion is calculated to get me off. I’ve never seen this side of Viola before, and a part of me wonders if this is a side I bring out in her or if she’s always been like this.
“Fuck me like one of your whores, Travis,” she says as I kiss down her neck.
“You’re not a whore,” I tell her, meaning it.
“Can’t I be just for one night?” She sounds desperate, and I can’t find it in myself to deny her any longer.
“We play bymyrules, Viola.” I pull her earlobe between my teeth, feeling her shiver against me. She doesn’t respond. “Do you understand?” I tilt her chin so she looks up at me. “You fight me, and you’ll end up hurt. Got it?”
Her eyes glass over as she nods. “I won’t break.”
“Don’t be so sure,” I say, pressing my lips back to hers. I wrap a hand back around her neck, guiding my tongue inside her mouth as I palm her breast with my other hand. Everything about Viola Fisher screams perfection. Her tits fit just right in my hand, her full lips capture every motion I give her, and her body responds in all the right ways. Even her moans tell me exactly what I need to hear.
“How many times can you make yourself come?” I ask against her lips, but she doesn’t respond. “I want to know your magic number. Tell me.”
“I don’t know…three, maybe?”
I smirk against her lips, pulling her lower lip between my teeth. “I can do three in my sleep, Princess. I hope you’re ready.”
She has no idea just what she’s asked for.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
VIOLA
Travis’smuscular arms wrap around my waist as he pulls me up on the kitchen counter. My entire body is on fire, burning for relief. The way he kisses me overpowers my entire mind, and I can no longer fight the desire to need him.
“You need it, sweetheart. Don’t you?” he asks against my mouth. He’s never called me that before, which means it must only be reserved for his whores. I don’t have it in me to care, though. I’ll take any part of him he’s willing to give me.
I tighten my legs around his waist and press him closer. His lips curl up, and I can tell he’s smiling.
“That’s what I thought.”
He steps back slightly, keeping his eyes locked on mine as he hooks his fingers to the waistband of my skirt and begins pulling it down with my panties. “Let’s break your record. You okay with that?” He kneels between my legs and smirks up at me. “Hang on, Princess.” I smile at his words.
He spreads my legs wider and licks his lips. I feel his hot breath on me, his tongue sliding up my slit and circling my clit. It feels oddly intimate, but I don’t let the thought linger for long. The pleasure is instant, and my body knows he’s the one in control.
My throat hums at the sensation. He throws one of my legs over his shoulder and pulls my ass to the edge of the counter. I lean back and lay my palms flat, but he’s sucking so hard, I can hardly keep myself up.
“Ohmygod,” I cry out, my head falling back. My toes curl as his tongue circles my clit over and over, making my eyes roll to the back of my head and losing all control. “Holy shit.” I’ve never come that fast before. My body’s been on fire since that first time in the mudroom. I knew it wasn’t going to take much, but that was intense.
“You’re so fucking wet.” His voice is raspy as his eyes meet mine, slowing his rhythm. “Count,” he orders. He brings a finger up and begins teasing me as he watches my reaction.
“What?” I ask, almost inaudibly. My eyes flutter closed as he curls a finger deep inside.
