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“I thought you wanted me to leave.”
“When did I say that?” I ask. “You’re the one who brought it up. What kind of a game do you think I’m playing, Skye?”
“I…don’t know.”
“That’s because I’m not playing a game. You may think this is a cat-and-mouse thing, but it’s not. I enjoy making you want me.”
“Braden, you know I want you, but if you ever tell me to leave again, this whole thing is over.”
“Is it?”
She gulps. How far will she truly go? Will she leave just to remain in control?
“I’m afraid so,” she finally says.
I’m hard as a rock. I could so easily whip out my cock, push her against the wall, and shove into her from behind. She’d let me, and God, I want her so badly.
But I release her, walk through the entryway to a closet, and open it. I pull a blue cardigan out, walk back, and hand it to her. “Go ahead, Skye. Leave.”
Chapter Twenty
I don’t want her to leave.
She doesn’t want to leave.
Her eyes tell the tale—their bourbon-hued depth defies her and shows the truth. She glances downward and then toward the blue sweater I hold.
She doesn’t move, even when I take a step toward her.
I don’t ask her to leave again. I simply stand three feet away from her, the sweater dangling from my hand.
Stalemate.
She has two choices. She can take the sweater and leave, or she can stay, effectively giving up control over this situation. Already I know which side will win, and I know what it will cost her.
She opens her mouth, and I finally close the distance between us, dropping the sweater and again gripping her shoulders.
“No more games, Skye,” I whisper darkly. “Give in to me tonight, and I promise you more pleasure than you’ve ever known.”
“No more games,” she whispers.
I kiss her. Hard.
Harder and deeper than ever. Her own ache and hunger pour into me through the kiss. I feel every bit of it, and it mirrors my own. I break the kiss and then scrape my teeth over her jawline and down her bare shoulder. Her nipples are still hard and wanting, and this time I take one between my lips and gently kiss it.
I strengthen my hold on her, remaining gentle with the nipple, even though I want to bite down. Hard.
My cock pulses in time with my heart, and I have to force myself to go slowly. I tease her other nipple with my fingers while I continue to suck at the first, gradually increasing the pull. She gasps and threads her fingers through my hair as I bob against her breast. I finally release the first nipple, glide my lips over to the second, and clamp my mouth around it. No teasing this time. I full-on suck it. Hard. A low moan emerges in her throat, and she pulls at my hair.
I groan without meaning to.
“Is your pussy wet for me?” I say against her flesh.
“God, yes.”
“I can smell how much you want me.”
The fragrant aroma wafts around us, has my cock straining. I’m like a horny kid with her. I release the nipple. Inhale. Exhale. Regain control over my body.
