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Heat pooled at the base of my spine and gathered in my groin. She was standing in the hall, just outside my door. I took her upper arm and pulled her close. Allowing myself the pure luxury of kissing her soft mouth.
So fucking sweet. She moaned softly and her hands curled in the front of my shirt. Playing absently with the hair on my chest as her mouth moved against mine.
Reluctantly, I pulled back.
“I can’t wait to feel you bare.”
She nodded, tucking her hair back. Dipping her chin.
“You’re such a good girl,” I praised, softly stroking her chin.
She had an immediate reaction. Her cheeks and throat flushed and she dropped her eyes. Working that spot inside her mouth again.
“Do you like that?”
“Like what?” Her voice was raspy.
“When I praise you.”
Her palms sliding up my chest. Resting on my pecs, stroking me through my shirt. Then moving higher and locking around my neck. She looked up at me, like we were a real couple.
“I do,” she said softly. “I’m just not used to it.”
Recklessly, I leaned in and kissed her hard.
“This weekend, I’ll call you a good girl all night if you want,” I murmured. “Praise you for every time you come on my mouth.”
“Merrick,” she breathed.
Our heartbeats were loud in the space between us. I kissed her hairline, breathing in that scent like a drug. “No sex until this weekend. Go back to your room and go to sleep.”
Her lower lip pushed out. “I swear you’re just teasing me.”
I turned her around and gave her a little push into the hall.
“Go to bed,” I said. “Goodnight, Clara.”
I put Caden in charge of my business and Yale in charge of organization affairs for the next week. They both had questions, but I kept it firmly vague.
I had a business deal that was private in New York, I told them. I’d be gone for ten days at most. Clara was feeling stressed out and she was going to spend some time in the country with Daphne and Ophelia. That last lie was probably safe because my aunts rarely interacted with anyone from the organization anymore.
A cold front moved in Thursday night and the weatherman called for heavy snow in the New Hampshire mountains.
I didn’t tell Clara.
The day finally came and I couldn’t get back from work fast enough. She appeared in the kitchen, already dressed in a black sweatsuit, and dragging her suitcase. I had just finished making a thermos of coffee for the road.
Our eyes locked and a wave of something I had no name for passed between us.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
She nodded hard.
I loaded our bags into the rental sedan and she curled up in the seat beside me. Dark hair spilling over her shoulders. Lips colored berry purple. Long, red nails gripped around the thermos.
I settled into the driver’s seat.
What was I doing?
