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“What are you doing?” she asked, even as her body clamored for more.
His lips curled into a slow, sexy smile. “Making sure everyone here knows that you may play with them, but you belong to me.”
She traced a fingernail over the curve of his biceps, adding just enough pressure to put a temporary white line on his brown skin and silently get her point across in case he missed the ice in her eyes. “Are you really peeing a circle around me? Now? At this particular point in time?”
Not even the brown-colored contacts could shade the wicked glint in his eyes. “Yes.”
Desire—hot, wet and undeniable—unfolded in her belly even as her temper flared. “You don’t own me.”
“I know that,” he said, reaching out and tugging her close so that their bodies melded together, his hand splayed across her lower back, searing her skin. “But what you need to realize is that you own me—body and soul.” He dipped his head lower, delivering a devastating kiss that was little more than a brush of his lips but still shook her to the core. “You have since that first night. Kitten, I’m yours.”
He didn’t kiss her again, but he didn’t move away. In this in-between moment, her brain tried to catch up with what her electrified body already knew. It was her play. Either way she went, she risked the kind of heartache that could knock her sideways and then come back to finish the job. Life was such a bitch that way. But no one had ever won a fight by staying in a crouched defensive position, and she wasn’t about to try to be the first.
“We can’t go back to what it was before,” she said, her mouth so close to his that her lips tingled in anticipation. “I need to know the real you.”
“All you have to do is ask,” he said, bending down whip quick to hook his arm behind her knees and lift her up into his arms. “But don’t even think about doing that now. I have other plans for the next few hours.”
He carried her through the laughing crowd to a cabana on the border between the pool and the beach. A bed draped in fresh off-white Egyptian cotton sheets took up most of the space under the high canopy. The teal voile fabric cascading down from the peak to the ground was see-through enough to give the impression of privacy without actually providing any at all. And with every ocean breeze, the fabric moved in waves, opening up in some areas to give the poolside audience an unobstructed view of what was going on in the cabana.
Excitement and lust careened through her. “They’ll see us.”
Taz lowered her until her feet touched the ground, Bianca facing away from him, exposed to the others. One hand cupping her breast and the other dipping between her legs, he kissed the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. “Exactly.”
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Taz felt it the moment Bianca agreed to his exhibitionist fantasy and relaxed against him—her center soft and slick under his fingertips, her breast full and heavy in his hand. Anticipation threaded through each breath. It was like those moments before the bell started a fight, when it felt like he owned the world. He’d stand in his corner, one gloved hand resting lightly on the top rope, and know he’d already won.
Take the win when you could get it. That’s what his old manager had always said. Every minute with Bianca was a win, even during that first night at Bisu Manor when he’d pushed every boundary she had. The memory of how she’d responded to his public display made his balls tighten.
“You thought I’d forgotten how much you like to put on a show,” he said.
“No more than you like giving one.” It came out full of sass and confidence, but she couldn’t hide how her pulse picked up.
“True.” He brought his face close to hers so they were cheek to cheek and pulled her back tighter against his front. “I love feeling you press against me when your knees get weak.” He slid his fingers back and forth through her slick folds. So soft and wet for him. “I get so fucking hard whenever I hear that soft mewling sound you make, when you’re so close you can’t hold back.” He rolled her hard nipple between two fingers, pulling the peak just enough to make her gasp with pleasure. “But it’s more than that. Do you know why I want to watch their faces as you come all over my fingers?”
She clenched around his fingers. “No.”
“Because they get to watch, but I get to have you.” Pre-cum wet the tip of his dick as he rocked against her plump ass. “You’re mine. Now. Always. Say it.”
“Ta—”
Releasing her nipple, he grabbed her chin and quickly turned her face to the side so he could capture her lips before she could give away his real name. He plunged his tongue inside her sweet mouth. Tasting her like that while he fingers were buried inside her and two dozen people looked on was a lethal bit of heaven.
Breaking the k
iss, he fought to regain his focus. If he wasn’t careful, he’d lose himself in her wanton body and he couldn’t do that yet. He had to make her understand this wasn’t just fucking. It never had been between them.
“Kitten,” he said, putting a low warning into his tone as he took her nipple between his fingers. “That’s not the word I want to hear.”
Her nipple stiffened to a diamond point and he twisted it with just the kind of tender roughness she liked. Bianca exhaled a breathy moan that made his cock ache.
“Do you want to come?” he asked. “Tell me.”
She dropped her head back so it rested in the pocket of his shoulder, the long blonde hair of her wig spilling down his chest and teasing his nipple. “Yes.”
“Then say it.” He stilled the two fingers buried deep inside her warm pussy. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she said, her voice quiet and strained with need.
