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"Excuse me, did you snow clone fight or flight?"
His smirks before he decides to ignore me. "You have until I count to five."
"I can’t believe you’re doing this, you—"
"Five…" I reach for her.
She squeaks, "That’s cheating."
When it comes to you, I’ll do anything to make you mine.
She ducks and slips past me, only because I let her, of course. I wait. Wait until she’s halfway across the floor, and only because it’s going to make the chase so much more satisfying. Then, I set off. She hears me coming and increases her speed. Her high-heeled pumps thump onto the floor. She reaches the door and slides one foot out. That’s when I reach her and clap my fingers around her neck, turning her to face me. Her chest rises and falls; her eyes shine. She opens her mouth, and I’m sure she’s going to scream. Instead, she slaps me. The sound echoes around the empty room. Her gaze widens until her eyes seem to fill her face.
I click my tongue. "You shouldn’t have done that, Goldie.” I release her long enough to bend and throw her over my shoulder.
This time, she yells, "What are you doing?"
I carry her over to the glass wall—pocketing a paper napkin from the bar counter on the way— and lower her to her feet.
She sidles back until her back is flush against the sheet of glass. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes flashing those golden sparks that cut me to my knees. She’s so goddamn gorgeous, so alive. She tries to stay in control, but she’s a fiery, sassy, ball of light that illuminates the dark corners of my life. I kick her legs apart, and she raises her hand and slaps me again. My cock extends, and my balls are instantly hard. All that suppressed need from last night roars forward. I lean in until the edge of my thigh rubs into her core. She gasps, her breathing grows rougher, then she raises her hand again.
Before she can slap me a third time, I’ve grabbed her wrist and flipped her around, so her chest is pressed up against the glass. Her cheek is smashed into the pane, her chest flattened against it, I twist her arm behind her back and step into her. She gasps, and I know it’s because she can feel the evidence of my arousal between her arse-cheeks.
She looks at me from the corner of her eyes. "Let me go." Her voice is breathless, her features flushed… With anger? With excitement? Both, likely.
"Not until you pay for what you did."
"What did I do?"
"You made me admit my true feelings for you."
Gio
"Also, you slapped me." He continues as if he hasn’t dropped the biggest truth bomb on me. He cares for me? He truly cares for me? And he said it aloud, just like that? And what am I supposed to say? I care for you, too? I do, but I’m not sure if I want to. I’m not ready to be in a relationship yet, am I? And this was supposed to be a farce, a fake relationship. The thing is, I’m not ready to tell him about the myriad of thoughts buzzing around in my head, so like the coward I am, I ignore what he said earlier.
"You deserved it," I manage to gasp out.
"Andyoudeserve this." He takes a step back, kicks my legs out further, and before I can protest, he brings his palm down on my butt. The sound is loud in the empty space. The shock slices through me, and for a second, my head is clear. For a second, every pore in my body is open and my senses are focused. All other sounds recede; all other thoughts dissolve. Everything around me fades away. Everything except the feel of his big hand massaging my throbbing backside. Through the fabric of my skirt, he rubs the pulsating ache into my skin. It sinks straight to my core where it sits, heavy, thick, swelling my clit, setting off tiny vibrations of lust in my core.
Then, he spanks my other ass cheek, and I cry out. Everything comes back into focus as he slaps me, alternating cheeks. One, two, three, four, five… He stops. The sound fades away, I can hear his harsh breathing, feel his chest rise and fall, sense the heat that ricochets off his body like he’s a living furnace. The force of his personality is a heavy, dominant presence that presses down on me and pins me to the glass wall.
"Rick," I wheeze, "Please."
He bends in close enough for his hot breath to sear my cheek. I flinch, and at the same time, my pussy clenches down on nothing. Damn, but I’d do anything to feel his cock between my legs…and his fingers squeezing my breast…and his lips whispering down my cheek before he bites down on the curve of my shoulder and— He licks up the corner of my mouth, and I moan and shudder and press the fingers of my free hand into the glass for support.
"Tell me what you want, Goldie," he murmurs in a low, hard voice that sets off a fresh burst of trembling down my spine.
You, I need you. Your tender words and your harsh touch, your ability to maneuver my body into any position you like, your masculine scent, your hard lips, the gentle rustle of your eyelashes over my skin, the confident touch that turns me into a melting icicle of desire, your capacity to understand exactly what I want, when even I don’t know what it is I’m looking for.I open my mouth to say that, but all that comes out is a whimper. And he seems to understand what I want, for he pulls up my skirt, then tears off my panties. I cry out, then draw in a sharp breath when he cups my core.
"Who does this pussy belong to?" he snaps.
Oh, my god, did I hear that right? And why do I find that so hot?
"Tell me, Goldie, who does this clit belong to?" He circles the swollen nub, and my eyes roll back in my head. I lean my head back against his chest and shuffle my legs further apart. Cool air sighs up my thighs. It brushes up against where he brushes the slit between my legs. A shudder grips me.
“Want me to fuck you with my fingers?”
I nod.
