“Because I make the rules, remember?” He pauses, before continuing. “Your mouth’s going to get you in trouble real soon.”

“How soon?”

“Come here,” his voice like leather tipped in steel orders.

I lean over to his side of the car.

“Closer,” he says.

I feel my heart jackknife in my chest, wondering what he’s got planned. He hasn’t moved a muscle.

“Closer,” he says, “so I can finally do something about that sassy mouth.”

“What are you going to—“

And before I can say another word his lips come crashing down on mine, shutting my mouth with such a possessive force that it has my body melting into his.

7

Silas

I carry her into the house, her legs wrapped around my waist like a belt as I beeline straight to the dinner table where I sit her down on the white linen and take a forkful of ceviche spiced with ají and bring it to her lips.

“Eat,” I insist, and she doesn’t resist for one second.

“Oh my, God. This is so good.”

I stab another forkful and bring it to her lips as quickly as the first bite disappears.

But when it’s time for the third I taste what I want to taste, her lips for a second time, my tongue sliding into her mouth as she whimpers with need.

I fork a big portion and bring it to her lips and she provocatively takes it from the silverware.

Wasting no time I carry her toward her room, ready to prep her for bed.

“I want you so bad,” she confesses.

“I know, because I want it too, but the time’s not right. It needs to be special.”

“In a mansion overlooking the ocean isn’t special?”

“Not in that way.”

“What way then.”

“You’ll see.”

“Do this. Do that. You’ll see. I know everything. When do I get to make decisions for a change?”

“You don’t. Now watch your mouth little girl. It’s time to get your ready for bed.”

We arrive at the guest bedroom and I toss her on the bed, moving swiftly to the attached bathroom to see that the housekeeper did indeed draw a bath with oils and candles. She’s going to love this.

Stepping back into her room, she’s got her arms crossed over her chest and her lower lip jettisoned out.

“Let’s go. Time for a bath and then bed.”

“I don’t want a bath and I’m not tired.”


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