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Sammyisinthesame position I left her—ass in the air, resting her arms on the counter. She peers at me over her shoulder, eyes wide when she takes in what I’m holding. She’s only giving me forty-eight hours, and I fully intend to spend as much of that time as I can buried inside of her.
After she begs for it, of course.
I want her to rethink this temporary agreement by the time we part ways on Sunday. She’s already got me addicted to her with these few encounters with her. It’s not just her body; it’s her smile, her laugh, her scent.
Right now, it’s the soft inhalation of breaths she takes while she attempts to slow her rapid heart rate. She’s nervous and doesn’t want me to know. I step forward and press my palm against the delicious curve of her ass. She presses into my caress, and I squeeze the soft flesh. A satisfied moan escapes her.
My fingers trace along the edge of the black thong she’s in. “Take it off.”
She reaches behind with one arm and tugs at the thin fabric. They slide down with a swift shimmy of her hips. Before she can set her hand back on the counter, I lock her wrist in my grip. “Give me the other.”
She does as she’s told. With both hands in my grip, she’s standing upright, back to my chest. I’m completely naked, but she’s still got on her silk top.
“I love how good you listen to me.” I reward her with a kiss to her ear. “I’m going to let go. Don’t move.”
I release her to bend for the underwear that’s wrapped around her heels. With one delicate kiss to her ankle, she lifts so I can tug the fabric free. We do the same for the next leg, and then I stand again. I bunch them up in my fist and grab her by the neck. With a forceful tug, her head whips toward the ceiling.
“Open.”
Her brows furrow. Not because of the order. She’s been following my instructions just fine. It’s more out of curiosity about what I’ll do next. I count to three in my head, and when she still hasn’t opened her mouth, I drop what I’m holding and slap her ass. She shouldn’t be concerned about what’s happening next. I don’t want her worried about anything but listening.
I don’t repeat myself. She gets the idea pretty quickly, and her lips part as she peers at me with wonderment. God, this fucking woman. She’s clearly a natural submissive, and that couldn’t make me any happier. I grab the panties, then shove them into her mouth. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love how gorgeous she looks with her champagne eyes wide with shock.
“Tap my thigh to make me stop,” I say, releasing her hands.
Sammy immediately sets them on the counter. Then I cover her mouth and nose with one hand. Her eyes snap shut so she can focus on steady breaths. I brush back the hair from her face and reward her with a kiss on the top of her head. When her eyes snap open, I catch the frantic worry settling in them. Worry that turns to fear. Her scent permeates the room. The combo of sweet lavender mixed with her musky arousal and the natural adrenaline coursing through her veins.
When I release her, she drops her head and spits out the underwear.
“What the fuck?” She shouts through breaths of air.
I ignore her and swipe a hand between her cunt. Warm, stick arousal coats my digits, and I massage her clit. “Don’t lie to yourself right now, Samira. You liked that.”
She shakes her head and opens her mouth to protest. I shove my fingers into her mouth, shutting her up before she can even speak. “Taste that? That’s the taste of your needy pussy weeping for me, baby. Don’t fucking deny it.”
An elbow hits me in the side, only resulting in an amused laugh to come from me. She shakes her head and pulls away. “Asshole!”
“And here I was about to tell you what a good little girl you’ve been.”
She glares at me.
“Take off the shirt,” I say.
Her spine straightens, but the frustration she holds for me melts away, softening her facial features. She wants to listen.
“Do it for me, doll. And I’ll give you whatever you want.”
She hesitates before she nods. “No more of the breath play. It's a hard no.”
“Done.”
Her hands reach the bottom button of her shirt, undoing the first button. A finger drags up to her navel where she does the next. Over and over until she’s undone them all and shrugging out of the silk. A brown laced bra is all that’s left to take off.
I nod toward it. “Bra.”
She shakes her head. I lift a brow at the second show of defiance. The mischief twinkle in those champagne eyes tells me she’s liking this game of tit for tat. I give, she gives. It’s not my normal style, but the way she watches me fucking undoes me.
“What do you want?” I ask.
