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“Would it help if I said they were blanks?” I holler, chasing after her.
“No, because I know you’d be lying.” She continues to stomp down the wooden boardwalk, scoffing under her breath. “Blanks? Please, you’re a Fox.”
I start singing Marvin Gay’s “Sexual Healing,” staying only a few steps behind her. She keeps walking straight, chin held high, and I know by her hands balling into fists she is trying her damnedest to ignore me.
She sighs dramatically, and I must be a glutton for getting kicked in the balls because I choose this moment to run up behind her and pick her up. She shrieks and twists in my grasp, getting loose before I can throw her over my shoulder.
“God! You’re really pissing me off right now.” She glowers at me then rolls her eyes when I fight back a smile. I reach for her again, and she yanks her hand away.
“Oh, come on, a réalta. I’m not gonna have to tie you up tonight, am I? ‘Cause there’s no backing out. A deal’s a deal.”
She props her hand on her hip, “What makes you think you won? Maybe he gave me his card before you tried to blow his brains out?”
I chuckle. “Because if that were the case, you’d be gloating right now. So . . . am I gonna have to tie you up, or are you going to behave?” Her eyes narrow, then a sly smile starts spreading on her lips.
Suddenly, her face drops, and she points behind me. “Oh my god, is that him?” She gasps.
I spin around, my hand already going for my gun—
The next thing I know, I am being pushed off the boardwalk into a gully of greenery and Stella is sprinting away, shouting, “Last one to the villa gets tied up!”
The sound of our racing feet fills the air.2 My breath is loud in my ears, and I can’t stop smiling. The boardwalk curves, and our villa comes into sight.
“All the way to the door,” I yell, hoping I can make up the yards she has on me with a little more runway. I’ll be damned if I pass up an opportunity to have Stella Wright tied up in my bed.
Stella glances over her shoulder, and I think I hear her curse under her breath as I draw closer. I push harder, until my thighs are burning and my lungs are screaming, and I’ve nearly closed the distance. If I reach out, I could probably grab her.
It’s too little too late. She runs into the door, clapping it with both hands before spinning and collapsing back against it. Resting her head on the wood, she catches her breath and gives me a winner’s smirk.
“Sorry, Lochy baby, maybe next time,” she coos, and I make a mental note to punish her for it later.
Later, I think smugly, because I have all fucking night.
I get out my key, both of us still breathing heavily as I reach behind her for the lock. We’re half a foot apart and my skin starts tingling. I glance down and see her tits raising and falling with each breath, a small dot of sweat sliding delicately between them. My eyes move leisurely up to her mouth, slightly parted and looking so damn fuckable.
She clears her throat. “Did you forget what you’re doing?”
“Yeah.” I unlock the door but don’t open it. “Got distracted remembering how good your lips looked wrapped around my cock.”
She stifles a laugh then fixes her face and tries to sound annoyed. “Open the door, Lochlan.”
I push it open and go straight to my bedroom for my kit. Pulling it out from under the bed, I set it on top. The sound of clanging metal and shuffling resounds from the kitchen. “What are you doing out there?”
“Looking for something to tie your ass up with,” she shouts back, and I swear I get fucking giddy.
I take the whole bag out to her, plopping it on the counter. I reach inside and hand her two zip ties. “Fair is fair. Hey, at least you won something tonight.”
She snatches them and glares. “I hate you.” Peeking into my kit, she asks, “Is that some kind of murder-on-the-go bag?”
I wet my lip and shrug with a crooked smile. “Kidnap-kit, but, murder, kidnap, same thing. Usually.”
“Right, of course, how silly of me,” she deadpans then leads the way to my room.
As soon as we’re inside, I unbutton my shirt just enough to tug it over my head. I thrust my wrists at her, ready to be handcuffed. She looks at me, brows knit and eyes bouncing from my discarded shirt on the floor to bare chest. “Oh, sorry, did you want to do that? I can put it back on.”
She scoffs but I can hear the small chuckle in it. “You really are insufferable, you know that?” She nods to the bed. “Just get on the damn bed.”
I jump onto the mattress, landing with my hands tucked behind my head. She climbs up after me with a salty look. My grin spreads as she straddles my torso, her dress riding up her thighs.
