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“Good girl,” he whispered.
Why did those two words elicit two very opposite reactions in her?
For one, she liked being good, but the second he said it, she felt the need to be very, very naughty.
Reaching around, she gripped his ass with one of her hands, tightening her hold on his firm, muscular ass cheek, squeezing it in a way that had to hurt.
“Bad boy,” she said, her voice huskier, sexier than she’d ever heard it.
Matt’s eyes narrowed, and he frowned. She wondered if she’d gone too far poking Mr. Dom Bear.
Until he murmured, “You’re going to be trouble,” so low that she wouldn’t have heard him at all if his lips weren’t right by her ear.
She liked the idea of being trouble. She wouldn’t say she’d been the perfect child like her sister-in-law, Gianna, but she’d been far from the wild child her best friend Keeley had been when she was younger.
It was her sarcastic nature that pushed her closer to the naughty line rather than her actions.
However, before she could consider all the ways she wanted to be bad—with Matt—he wiped those thoughts away, shoving her back down on the mattress. The push was so sudden, so quick, she just barely got her hands up to catch herself.
Then he was there…fucking her like it was his last night on earth. It was too brutal, too rough, too much after so many orgasms, but at least, mercifully, it was brief.
Matt came loudly, his body slamming into hers once, twice, three times more before he held steady, erupting.
They remained there for several minutes, locked together, neither moving. Liza’s head spun as the consequences of what she’d just done began to crash down on her head.
When she was lost in the throes of pleasure, overwhelmed by a bliss so big it was all-encompassing, she could forget all the reasons why being here was a huge fucking mistake.
Matt didn’t say anything as he slowly withdrew. Her body betraying her, her pussy gripping him, one last rebellion.
He didn’t touch her, didn’t ask if she was okay, didn’t do anything other than rise from the bed and walk to the bathroom.
She closed her eyelids quickly when he turned the light on, the bright beam shining in her eyes after so long in the dark almost painful.
She listened to his progress. To him throwing the condom away, washing up.
She couldn’t continue to lie here. Time to make her escape, regroup, figure out next steps. Throwing her legs over the edge of the mattress, she tried to summon enough energy to get dressed and leave.
Because she had to leave.
Matt’s shadow lay across the floor at her feet. She could tell he was leaning on the doorframe between the bedroom and bathroom, but she wasn’t ready to face him yet.
His shadow remained where it was, and she wondered if he was struggling to find the right way to end this as well.
Enough, Liza, she chastised herself.
She wasn’t a coward, and she wasn’t going to start acting like one now. Taking a steadying breath, she forced herself to look at him.
He was a gorgeous, naked silhouette, backlit from the bathroom lights above the mirror. She could just barely make out the features of his face, but she saw enough to see his scowl.
While she was in freak-out mode, Matt looked…angry.
“Lay down,” he said in that tone. When he’d used it earlier, she’d found herself responding before she could think about her actions.
This time, she managed to hold her ground.
“I need to leave,” she said, refusing to look away from him. “Now.”
Matt crossed his arms, his frown deepening. “Lay down, Liza.”
