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I lean back, letting her smother my neck in kisses. “Mark me,” I urge her. “Because I’m going to do the same damn thing to you, beautiful.”
Her eyes swivel up to meet mine and she raises both brows—in surprise? Has no man ever left a mark on her before? The idea of being the first stokes a latent, caveman part of my biology—but I don’t give a fuck.
“Do it,” I order this time. “I want proof that you lost your dignity on my body.”
Like she’s testing me, she nips at my skin with perfect, white teeth—hard. It stings, but I love the ache she leaves behind. That ache is proof she can’t hold back around me. It’s proof that behind the dotted line, there’s something else here.
For someone who allegedly finds me loathsome, who had to be contractually mandated to come here, she really goes for it. She bites me again, harder, making my skin light up with pleasure and pain.
Abruptly, I grab her jaw and hold her face in my hand. Our eyes meet in a tense, unbreakable stare.
“You’re desperate for it. For me,” I murmur appreciatively, not even attempting to be gentle. “That must drive you insane.”
Julia yanks her face out of my grasp and immediately grabs a fistful of my hair. She tugs my head back so forcefully, my neck stings. Before I can reprimand her, she hoists herself up on her shins.
“Shut up,” she hisses into my mouth when she returns to my lips. “I hate hearing you speak.”
I blink through my confusion as I stare up at this beautiful woman—who is acting in a way few would describe as beautiful. She’s aggressive, borderline vicious—and I need more.
After she finishes lying through her teeth, she releases my hair and shifts her hands to rest atop mine. She maneuvers them to her ass and pushes them firmly—a tacit order to handle her. Her ass is a revelation. Soft globes, perfect for cradling. I palm her, stopping short of gripping her like I own her. I know she’d love that, so I need to save it for later—when I finally have her on the brink.
Groaning, Julia lowers once more and rolls her hips into mine, grinding against my erection. Her warmth surrounds me, brushing up against my hardness.
“Fuck, you’re big,” she blurts out, sending a rush of satisfaction through me.
And then I get my shit together and realize that Julia said something sweet to me. We barely know each other, but I already know how out of character it is for her to offer a compliment. The hell…
Suddenly, I’m aware of how much we’ve both had to drink. At least two glasses for her, but based on the way she’s now rubbing up against me like she wants to bathe in my scent, I have to suspect she started before she came over.
“Did you eat dinner?” I demand, feeling a pang of regret for not asking sooner.
Julia ignores the question at first. I pose it again, this time with more force. I know she’s drunk because she doesn’t even hesitate to shake her head. She just does it, sending her long, blond hair swishing side to side before she leans in for another kiss.
Hell no. A contract is one thing, but her faculties are another. There’s no way I’m going to screw a drunk twenty-eight-year-old. And I was enough of an idiot to ply her with wine without asking if she had eaten anything. I basically shot myself in the foot.
I dodge her lips, knowing my evasion is going to piss her off beyond measure. “Not tonight,” I murmur, resenting every upstanding bone in my body.
Her eyes widen before she suddenly moves to slap me. Luckily, I have the wherewithal to catch her hand—again.
“You want to hit me so badly,” I remark, keeping my cadence slow, still gripping her wrist. “Is this a kink?”
“Are you shitting me?” she demands, the pink flush of her cheeks deepening as arousal transforms into anger. The delicate arch of her forehead tightens to match. “You dragged me all the way over here to fuck you, and you’re not in the mood?”
“You’re drunk,” I counter, injecting poison into my words like this is her fault, even though it’s mine. I’m not about to be apologetic though—hell no. Without a doubt, she would find contrition pathetic.
Her features wrinkle with indignation, and she pulls back to look at my face, assessing if I’m serious. “So what if I’m drunk? Hell, that makes it more fun.”
“I’m not—”
“I’ve consented,” she declares before she rolls off my lap to teeter onto her high heeled feet. She tugs on the zipper on the side of her little dress, fumbling to get purchase on the tiny tab. “Consented, willing, and ready, all of that—that’s me. My safe word is Paris. Let’s do this, Winter.”
Julia strips her dress over her head and pitches it to the side so it lands somewhere near the fireplace. With the dress gone, she’s wearing nothing but a black thong that frames her gorgeous, shapely ass. But more astounding than her ass are her bare breasts: generous, rosy, and topped with hard pink nipples that make my mouth water.
Fucking perfection.
“Shit,” I grit out, knowing I’ll need all the willpower in my body to keep from bending her over and taking her.
“Come on,” she practically taunts. She glances down at her own body. A malicious smile passes over her face, like she knows she can cause some real damage with a body like hers. “You’re dying to do it. I promise you, I feel as good as I look.” She takes a swaying, seductive step closer. “You have no idea how tight I’ll feel. How wet. Come on. Take it.”
