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He shrugs, but the motion only seems to draw him closer to me, his face inches from mine. “No. Not a thing. I can’t understand why you find that so hard to believe. Especially considering thatIwasn’t the one who touchedyoulast night—”
“So, Mr. Bellamy, if I stripped right now, down to my underwear which you seemed so fascinated by, you wouldn’t want to touch me?” My cheeks catch fire as the words leave my mouth, but I don’t dare tear my gaze from his.
He glances me over and raises a single eyebrow. “I can’t say that I would. The first few times were against my better judgment. After all, it’s not every day that a hapless man is seduced by his former assistant.”
Oh fuck. Him. “That’s the way to woo a girl,” I tell him, trying to ignore the pang in my chest. That isn’t… embarrassment, is it? “Insult her sexually. You certainly know your way around sweet talk.”
“That I do.” His smile widens. “You have small tits.”
Anger flares before I can stop it. Ignites. Explodes. “And you have a small co—”
“Oh?” He leans into me, pressing me back against the wall. His hips jar my belly, along with a hard, firm, unmistakable bulge, and I promptly lose my train of thought.
“I think you yourself commented on the size of my cock,” he murmurs into my ear. “Smallwasn’t quite the word you used, though I would love to refresh your memory…”
My pride smarts beneath his well-placed jabs. My skin is on fire. It’s a cruel war he’s waged within my body. I try to push him off, but he doesn’t budge. I hear him inhale instead, when every struggle forces me to move against him.
“I didn’t want to hurt your feelings before,” I rasp, struggling to find a way past him. His body is a wall, his heat consuming. I bat against his forearm with my hand, but I know it’s as ineffective as trying to swat open a bolted door. “Sorry to say it, but you’re small—”
“I said you have small tits.” The voice reverberates through my ear drum. Damn, it’sthatgrowl. My head falls back against the wall for leverage. My eyes squeeze shut. This isn’t happening. Graeme Bellamy isn’t pulsing against me, hard, hungry. My traitorous body isn’t answering that instinctive urge. I’m not panting. “I never said I hadn’t enjoyed playing with said tits.” He’s even closer, crushing me to the wall, his lips brushing the shell of my ear with every word. “Touching. Squeezing. Biting…” His palm meets the wall beside my head before I can even think to shimmy in that direction. “Something tells me that you enjoyed playing with my small cock—” He grinds his pelvis into mine for emphasis. Fire. Heat. I squeeze my thighs together.
“D-Don’t flatter yourself.” I manage to get one of my hands on his shoulder, and I dig my nails in to shove him back, using the wall behind me for leverage. “Get away from—”
“If I spread you over the counter. Drape yoursmallthighs over my shoulders. Show you just how much I enjoy your tits… would you consider that wooing?”
I shake my head to clear it. Blink. Dig my nails in just to hear him groan in the hopes that it snaps some sense into me. It doesn’t. My senses shatter. My knees weaken. My brain starts to consider just how easy it would be for him to carry out every bit of his threat.
“Or if I strip you here… against the wall. Bring out my minuscule cock. Would that—”
“S-Shut up.” My brain has the right idea. My body isn’t convinced.Don’t.
“As you wish…” His lips find my shoulder, nudging aside the strap of my sundress. While I stiffen in shock, he traces out a path with his tongue and his teeth…
I bite my lip to trap any sound I might make. The sinful sting of his bite travels all the way down, down, down, resonating right between my legs. It’s electric. I need to shove him off. Scream. Kick the bastard right in his so-calledsmallcock.
My head tilts instead, giving him better access, and he doesn’t hesitate to nip a trail across my collarbone. One of his hands cups my waist, pinning me in place as he licks… bites again.
A gasp rips from my throat and escapes my pursed lips.
“Listening,” he rasps against my skin. “Step one. Let me hear you…”
Both of his hands seize my dress. The next second it’s being wrenched over my head. My arms rise to assist him, and then his hands are there, following his promise to the T. Kneading. Pinching. My body feels like putty in his fingers. My nipples stiffen, and he eagerly takes advantage. My eyes are somewhere on the ceiling when he decides to make good on his second threat.
I stiffen as he palms my waist and lifts me, cupping his palms beneath my ass.
“W-What are you doing—”
“Shhh.” There’s nothing comforting in the gruff sound he muffles into my shoulder. When he doesn’t put me down, I have no choice but to wrap my legs around him, painfully aware of every inch. He staggers back. Into the kitchen, I see once I force my gaze to focus on our surroundings. He carries me right over to the counter. Drops me down onto the granite surface.
Oh god. He sinks to his knees, his head disappearing beneath the ridge of my stomach. I lift my head to track his descent, but he’s too low, beneath the counter. I can only make out the top of his head, and then his hands are on my thighs, lifting… spreading them apart.
He doesn’t bother to tease me this time. He slides a thumb beneath the panel of my panties, sweeping it aside to make way for his tongue. One searching thrust, and my brain goes blank. My pride tucks itself away into some distant part of my brain. My nerve endings explode.
“T-This… this doesn’t count,” I manage to croak out before he tastes me again. Deeper. Harder.
My moan clashes with the words he growls into me, punctuating each one with a jab of his tongue. “Count?” He uses the hardness of his thumb to spread me open wider. Licks again. “As you wish.One.”
My hips jerk, my knees instinctively trying to clamp together, but his head is between them, his shoulders relentless. Like a goddamn piston.
