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I could hear the seductive smile in her voice when she replied, “I am looking forward to it, Mr. Fox. Maybe as much as you are.”

I highly doubted that, and I was sure she knew it. There was no way she couldn’t feel me twitching and throbbing against her bare stomach. The nickname she insisted on calling me had initially only reminded me of our age difference, but hearing it roll off her tongue while she was practically naked and draped across my aching cock had me forgetting every hesitation and wanting to sink myself deep within her.

An idea formed in my mind and I leaned back, tugging my belt free from the loops of my slacks. I folded the leather in half and used my finger to tap on her lower lip.

“Open.”

Eden obeyed, and I slipped the leather between her teeth.

“I want to hear you, but this will be a reminder that your screams belong to me and not the guy next door who will no doubt be jacking off when he hears me slamming my cock into you later.” A shiver rippled through her, and my lips tipped up at how affected she was by my words. “Do you understand, Firefly?”

She looked up at me and nodded.

“Good girl. If you need me to stop, you only need to drop the belt and tell me so, okay?”

She nodded her understanding, although I knew she’d take everything I planned to give her. I wasn’t a sadist. That didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy the sight of my handprint claiming the flesh of a woman, especially when that woman wanted me for more than a plaything to pass the time.

We might have had a time limit, Eden and I, but what we were doing here wasn’t the same as what I did with all those other women. They used me as a means to get back at the husbands they didn’t love. Husbands who were more interested in the drugs my father offered. They set the terms, they held the power. But Eden—Eden offered her soul with the promise of nothing in return.

Even if she deserved so much more.

Shaking the thoughts of what Eden made me feel beyond the surface level, I tangled one of my hands in her luscious red waves while hooking the other in the waistband of her thong. I slipped the lacy fabric over the round of her ass and pushed it to the floor. For a split second I was anxious to smack her, but then the scent of her arousal hit my nose, and I nearly forgot about her punishment.

I bit back a groan when I swiped my fingers through her pussy and found her dripping down her thighs.

Eden shuddered. “Please, Nate.”

“Five, and then I’ll give this greedy cunt what it needs,” I promised, even though I wasn’t sure I could wait that long. Again with patience being a virtue. With Eden, I had none.

Her only response was a soft mewl.

“Now relax and count for me, Firefly.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

EDEN

CRACK!

Relaxing was the last thing on my mind.

Between the way Nate commanded me as his own personal plaything and the heat in his gaze when I stripped myself bare for him, I was basically a puddle.

With one hand he rubbed over my heated flesh where I was sure his hand was imprinted, while his other tightened in my hair and pulled my head back.

“Count.”

“One,” I cried around the folded leather in my mouth.

His hand slipped between my legs and he rubbed his fingers up and down my slit until they were fully soaked with my arousal.

SMACK!

“Two,” I cried out.

He repeated the same process, soothing my tender flesh then teasing my aching pussy. Only this time when he reached the top, he used two fingers to move in slow, deliberate circles over my clit, causing me to slowly go mad, one stroke at a time.

My breath quickened, and just when I was about to drop the belt and beg for him to fuck me, he drew his hand away and delivered two swift slaps to my ass. I cried out their corresponding numbers, more out of the need to comply than because my brain was forming coherent thoughts.

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