If I’m going to pay this much for a female, then I want to be very sure
I’m getting what we need.”
Meg didn’t even think about the “we” part of that sentence
because Beck’s warm hands were trailing a path across her skin as he
looked her over. His fingertips brushed her nipples just before closing
over them. He pinched the nubs. It was just the right side of pain. Her
nipples peaked, sensitized to his touch. Meg knew she should protest,
but it had been so long since anyone had touched her. She’d been so
lonely.
When he was satisfied with her breasts, he moved around to her
exposed back. He traced the length of her spine with a single finger.
Meg shuddered with desire under his touch as his finger lightly delved
into the valley of her cheeks.
His mouth was bare centimeters from her ear. “You’re gorgeous,
love. Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I saw a woman
as fuckable as you? And, love, as to your earlier statement about
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being worried I might be hard to get away from, I promise you, you
won’t get away from me. Not ever.”
“Please,” Meg begged as her entire body went hot with wanting.
She couldn’t let this man seduce her. She had a life back home. It
wasn’t much, but it was hers. She couldn’t let herself be sold at some
marketplace to the highest bidder. “I want to go home.”
She struggled to get enough oxygen. She could feel the hard ridge
of his erection gently brushing her backside. She forced down the
impulse to beg him to use it on her. She’d never wanted a man’s touch
so much in her life.
Then he was gone, and Meg wanted to cry at the absence of his
warmth. He walked back around to her front. He seemed satisfied he