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Meow.
Funky peeks out of my bedroom door that’s ajar and meows again. I squat down to pet his soft head and note that Jude hasn’t released my other hand. My cat looks up at Jude and then darts away from me, disappearing into Jude’s office.
I guess this is it.
Time to say good night.
Jude tugs me back upright and steps into my space. His masculine, cinnamon scent dances in the air around me, making my mouth water for a taste. I tilt my head up to peer into his electric eyes.
“Thanks for walking me,” I murmur. “I really appreciate that.”
I felt safe and protected because of you.
He takes a step toward me, his body crowding mine. The urge to stand on my toes and lick the side of his neck is so tempting, I find myself staggering away from him until my ass hits the wall. He releases my hand, much to my disappointment, but then stalks closer until we’re so close, our chests brush against one another.
What is this?
Why is he so close?
Why does it drive me to delicious insanity?
Both of his hands come up to curl over my shoulders. With impressive strength, he pushes me until my shoulder blades dig into the wall.
I’m trapped.
I’m pinned in his powerful hold, unable to move or get away.
I’ve been in a situation like this before with Sean and I was useless against him.
Will Jude abuse his power like Sean did?
Or will he prove to me that not all big, intense, grumpy men are cruel?
Only time will tell and it’s not like I’m going anywhere.
Jude
What am I doing?
Honestly, I don’t know. All I do know is I like having his small frame trapped in my unyielding grip. Knowing that even if he tried to escape me, he wouldn’t be able to. Right now, he’s mine.
Mine to do what?
Unable to stop myself, I lean in, grazing my mask along his neck. He smells soapy and addictive. I wish I could bury my nose against his flesh and spend the whole night smelling him skin to skin.
My heart is hammering wildly out of control. I’m afraid to move for fear of doing something I won’t be able to take back.
Like what, horndog? Fuck him?
I stifle a groan at the delicious fantasies beginning to take shape in my mind. Since he’s not pushing me away, I’d like to think he’d allow me to have my filthy way with him. Maybe he would beg for it.
My cock has been rock-hard since he placed his hand on my thigh at dinner. Even after I lubed up my fist and shot my load in the bathroom sink, it didn’t sate me. I wanted his hand on my cock, not mine.
“Jude,” Tate murmurs, hot breath tickling the side of my neck. “What are you doing?”
I close my eyes but refuse to move away from him. “Thinking.”
“You’re thinking awfully hard. I can almost hear your thoughts.”
