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“But you’re not inside me, either,” I snark, finally victorious over the trousers. “Put that right.”

Hollis wraps his hand around my neck, his thumb pressing lightly under my tattoo. “Brat.”

I kiss him again, brutally. “Mhm.”

He walks me backward until I crash into the gunshot-damaged wall.

“You want this?” Hollis grinds his half-hard length against mine.

My eyes roll back in their sockets, and I’d thunk my head against the wall if I could, but his controlling hold prevents it. I manage a nod.

“Words, Baby.”

My insides burn with want.

“Yes,” I gasp.

“There’s no going back after this.”

I force my eyes to meet his electric ones. “I don’t want t’ go back, Hollis. I only want t’ go forward. With you.”

His guttural growl is low and deep.

Scrunching his eyes shut, he mumbles, “A Heart by any other name.” Then he drives me to my knees and rubs his crotch in my face. “Put that pretty mouth to work, Baby. Take the edge off for me.”

thirty-one

Taming Trouble

Theo

Hollis’s hard length, trapped behind the barrier of his underwear, is cold to the touch. It’s thrilling, this difference between us. I push my face closer, inhaling his scent. Crisp and clean, his cool musk feels like it coats my tongue and throat in a powdery velvet. Smooth. Like the man himself.

With one hand now carded through the front of my hair, and the other gripping my chin, he angles my head to be exactly where he wants it.

I love this about him. Crave it. That commanding hold, and that confidence to just… use me to please him. With Hollis, there’s no wriggle room unless he allows it. He takes what he wants and assumes I’ll comply. And I will—eventually—because this is what I need.

He drags his hard cock over my parted lips, slowly, and every ridge seems to make my core temperature burn hotter. I stretch my tongue out, hoping to entice him in; I need his frosty and refreshing taste.

He pauses his teasing to look down at me. How can one man be so hot? That stern expression, those defined cheekbones, that jaw… ugh.

“Take me out,” he instructs.

And I do, because name one good reason not to.

His engorged tip springs up, taunting me when it all but smacks into his fine cotton shirt. I open my mouth wide, ready and willing, but Hollis pulls his hips back, putting what I want the most just out of reach. My whimper tumbles past my lips without permission.

“I like you like this,” he taunts. “Needy. Eager to please. How wide can you open, Baby?”

Relaxing, I open as wide as I can. Hollis hooks his thumb over my bottom teeth, anchoring my head and tugging my jaw impossibly wider. Fuck, yes. Use me. I wriggle a little on my heels.

“Stick out your tongue and keep it there. Don’t stop me unless you’re desperate for air, you hear? Then you’ll tap my thigh three times.”

I try to nod, but can’t. Anticipatory saliva plugs the back of my throat, but I gurgle, “Yes, Sir.”

Crackles of his pleased static electricity prickle up my spine.

“Good boy,” Hollis all but purrs. “This one’s for me. The next is for you.”