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“I think you’re a lot tipsy. Go to bed, Fiona.”
“I thought you thought I was sexy?” she said, trying not to sound hurt.
“I do, but when I’m ready to ravish you, I want you stone-cold sober. Now go to bed, Fiona, before my dick overrides my brain.”
“I think I like the way your dick thinks,” she said and then clasped her hands over her mouth. “Promise me you won’t ever bring this conversation up again.”
“I will promise never to tell anyone else, but I plan to use this as ammunition forever.”
She stood up, pushing the chair back hard enough that it fell over. She started to pick it up and felt the world spin.
“All right, Cinderella, the coach is about to turn back into the pumpkin. Let’s get you to bed.”
With that declaration, Slade moved to her, taking her arm so she didn’t fall, and then scooped her up in his arms, cradling her against his broad chest and striding into the bedroom she’d chosen. Instead of lying down with her, he placed her gently on the bed and headed for the door.
“Aren’t you going to stay?” she asked.
“Not tonight, baby. Like I said, I want you sober, willing, and wanting. Go to sleep, Fiona.”
She would have liked to have said something else but didn’t. Slade smiled at her and then closed the door.
Damn it. Why couldn’t he settle for two out of three—I’m willing and wanting.
Carefully, she got off the bed and went into the bath to remove her makeup and take off her clothes, slipping into the oversized sleep shirt she’d grabbed when they’d left. She headed back to bed, turned off the lights, turned down the covers, crawled in, and was asleep almost as fast as her head hit the pillow.
“Now isn’t the time,” Slade said again, only this time his lips were hovering over hers as she stared into his dark eyes where she suspected a hidden fire lurked.
“I know that, but I don’t care,” said Fiona, pulling his head down to hers.
Fiona knew, even in her dream, that Slade was right, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was for him to take her in his arms and fuck her so hard and for so long that she forgot anyone had used her book as a blueprint for murder.
Slade captured her mouth with his—the intensity increasing as their tongues tangled and passion coursed through their veins. Slade’s body was brawny and muscular, his dick was long and hard, and she could feel it throbbing between them. Their breath synchronized, and all Fiona could hear was the breathing and the moans that escaped from them.
His hands roamed her body, caressing the sensitive skin of her neck and then trailing down to the curve of her waist. Fiona could feel the heat of his hands and it sent shivers down her spine. He kissed his way down her neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire along her skin, and Fiona let out a soft, shivering moan.
As Slade’s lips continued their descent, pausing to kiss the sensitive skin of her collarbone, he cupped her breasts, his fingers gently massaging her skin. Fiona arched her back and pressed herself against him, needy and wanting.
Fiona pulled on him, wanting more of his kisses as her hands slid down and were finally able to grasp the thick, hard length she’d wanted to touch for years. Slade hissed as her hand closed around him.
Her hand stroked him from root to tip. She enjoyed the way his cock twitched in her grasp and his breathing became heavier and deeper as he pushed into her hand. Fiona kissed him, her lips brushing against his, before she slipped her tongue into his mouth to dance with his. Her other hand reached around to cup his ass, pulling him even closer.
He rolled over so that she was beneath him. “I’m going to fuck you—right here, right now, and I don’t give a damn if anybody else thinks it’s the right thing to do.”
“Yes,” she sighed and spread her legs, letting him make a place for himself.
“If we do this, you’re mine. I won’t let anyone else come near you. I’ll keep you safe and in my bed; do you understand me?”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
His cock was pressed against her entrance, teasing her with just the tip. “Mine, say it.”
“Yours.”
The word was barely out of her mouth when he thrust into her, making her gasp. Fiona could feel her eyes widening as her pussy accommodated his size and her body softened to accept him. There was a small feeling of pain as he stretched her open and filled her completely.
“Mine,” he said as he grasped her hips and began to pound into her.
Fiona thrust her hips in rhythm to his, meeting his every move with one of her own, her body arching and undulating in perfect harmony with his. The sensation of his cock as he plunged in and out of her was almost overwhelming, and Fiona felt as if she was going to burst from the sheer intensity.
