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“Easy for you to say. I’m not the one going out on a date without you tomorrow.”
“Vic—”
“Put yourself in my shoes, Kitten. You have to know how hard this would be on you. You freaked out over Morgan, and I wasn’t even going out with her.”
“Wow, Victor. Do you really want to go there?”
“Damn it,” he curses.
“You had sex with her! I have never slept with Sam. I never thought about it. In fact, the only person I’ve ever thought of having sex with is the idiot who is staying in Arizona and keeping that from happening.” I didn’t mean to say that, but it’s out there. Ididexpect him to respond. Yet, all I’m hearing is silence. “Victor?”
“How often do you think about having sex with me, Kitten?” he purrs.
“We weren’t talking about that, you jerk. We were talking about you not worrying about Sam.”
“I’m still going to have Sloan following you. If that asshole tries anything, you go to her immediately. Do you hear me, Gia?”
“Sam won’t try anything,” I mutter.
“Promise me.”
“Fine.” I breathe as I try to figure out how to deal with Victor being so protective and jealous—while ignoring the fact that I like it.
“Good, now on to better subjects. How often exactly do you think about having sex with me?”
“We’re not doing this right now. If you want my answer, come home. Better yet, come home tonight and you can go out to dinner with me when I meet Sam.”
“Fuck, woman. Do you know how much I want that?”
“Then, do it. Nothing and no one is stopping you, but you.”
“Can you give me three days?”
“Does that mean you’re coming home?”
“Three days,” he confirms. “I can cut my trip short,ifyou do something for me.”
“Something for you? Like what?” I question cautiously.
“Tell me what you’re wearing right now?”
“Victor?” I whisper, feeling my body flush with heat.
“What are you wearing? C’mon, Kitten, tell me,” he hums.
“Your T-shirt,” I finally answer, fear skittering through my body. I can’t tell you exactly what I’m afraid of—maybe the unknown.
“Mm…” His voice vibrates through my body. “Do you have underwear on?”
I lick my lips, my throat suddenly dry.
“Panties only,” I admit. Those two words seem to fill the room like a giant alarm. I’m quickly getting in over my head. I can’t stop it—I’m not sure I want to.
“I need you to slide your hand beneath your panties and move your fingers over the lips of your pussy. Can you do that for me, Gia?”
Oh God.With his words I could feel my inner thighs get wetter as a fresh gush of my arousal coated my sex. My body trembled, as my eyes closed in pleasure. Without realizing I was doing it, my hand skated down against my stomach as my fingers dove beneath the elastic of my panties.
“Yes,” I pant, waiting for him to tell me what to do next, and knowing I’ll do it. I’ll do anything Victor wants. I’m his to command.
