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“I’ll get your room set up while you clean up,” he says, like the thought of pinning me against the wall of the shower and fucking me senseless hasn’t evenoccurredto him.
“Dexter, I can’t.”
When he looks at me now, there’s defiance in his face. “You can and you will. I don’t care about the damn carpets, but I’m not letting you go to sleep grimy and worn out. Clean up, Sweet Stuff. I promise you’ll feel a million times better.”
Rude.
But he’s probably right.
“I mean, I should go somewhere else.” I fold my arms at the way his eyes narrow. “You’ve been too kind, but I can’t impose on you like—”
“Junie,” he says my name a little too quietly. “What makes you think you’re imposing?”
“This is your house. I can’t just move in.”
“Did I ask you to move in? All I’m saying is it’s late, I’ve got plenty of empty rooms, and you’re filthy.”
“We’re both filthy,” I point out.
The glint in his eye makes me think he’s also having fantasies about what we could do in the shower that’s infinitely filthier.
I don’t know how it got to this point, but all I want to do is peel that shirt off him and let him throw me around.
On the floor.
Against the wall.
Whatever it takes to release this roiling sexual energy currently stealing my soul.
I glance down, almost compulsively, but his body is angled away and I can’t tell if there’s a bulge in his pants.
Oh my God, Junie. Stop.
“I’ll give you an easy choice,” he says, this dangerous note thrumming in his voice—andGod, why does that make me want him more? “Either you move your sweet ass, or I’ll drag you into that bath myself.”
I stop breathing.
Images of him dragging me into the bath, stripping me and having his way with me play across my mind in vivid detail.
I’m almost tempted to refuse one more time just to force him to make good on that threat.
Will he be able to stop himself?
I desperately want to find out.
I moisten my lips and he clenches his jaw.
“Make up your mind, sweetheart. Clock’s ticking,” he says, his voice too rough.
I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want Dex right now.
Every glorious inch of him.
I want to know exactly what it feels like when he holds me down and pushes into me like he can’t decide if I’m an impudent brat or an angel. Just as long as I’m the only thing in his world.
But forcing his hand is the single worst thing I could do right now.
This is pretend.
