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He loosens his tie, slipping it from around his neck. “I’m not sleeping on the floor,” he says, laying the tie on top of his jacket.

“You’re not sleeping with me if that’s what you think.”

“Twenty-four hours,” he says, undoing the button at the top of his shirt. “That’s what we agreed.”

“We didn’t agree shit.”

He’s got two buttons undone now and his chest is coming into view. I can see the muscles underneath, the tanned skin behind the tattoo of a dragon breathing fire. “You got a safe word,” he says. “I hear that and I’m gone. I don’t hear that and you got one full day of fucking to enjoy.”

The way he says the word scares and excites me in equal measure. My throat turns dry as he pulls his shirt free from his pants, undoing the last of the buttons. I can’t help my racing heart but I can resist the way his body is making me feel. He’s a killer. He’s bad news. A criminal. Everything a decent woman should avoid.

“What are you doing?” I ask as he stands up and starts undoing his belt.

“I would have thought that was obvious.”

“Put that back on,” I say as he kicks his boots off. “Don’t do anything else.”

“You say your safe word whenever you want me to leave. Nothing else matters.”

It’s on the tip of my lips. I almost say it. Then he stands up and slides his pants down his legs. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, black, tight to his skin. I can see the outline of him through them. He’s already hard. The safe word falls out of my head as heat grows between my legs.

“I don’t hear you saying it,” he says, walking over to the bed, the tip of his cock straining against his boxer shorts. “Don’t hear you saying anything at all.”

“We shouldn’t do this,” I say as he climbs up on top of me.

“So tell me to stop.”

His mouth moves down my neck, kissing an intense line to the top of my chest. He slides the blanket away from me as he goes.

I could say the safe word. Would he stop? I like to think he would but the truth is that I don’t know if I trust his honor code.

I say nothing, not even as his lips brush over my bra, sucking in my nipples through the thin fabric. He doesn’t stay there long. He moves lower, kissing his way down over my stomach.

I tense up as he pushes my legs apart. His hands maul my thighs, brushing toward my panties but not touching them. “Hips up,” he says, giving me a command I can’t disobey.

I lift my body off the bed and he slides my panties down my legs, exposing the most intimate part of me to his gaze.

“So wet,” he says, holding the panties in his hands. “I knew they would be.”

“You’re so sure about everything,” I think I say. “You arrogant son of a bitch.” I’m fairly sure the only sound that comes out is, “Guh.”

He smiles up at me, dropping the panties and then sliding his hands up my legs. This time when he reaches my thighs, he strokes a soft line around the outside of my pussy, ignoring the heat coming from me, using my wetness to soak my folds as I lay back and close my eyes.

It’s almost too much to bear but not quite. He’s teasing me just the right amount. “Turn over,” he says, getting to his feet.

I roll onto my front and he unhooks my bra a moment later. I hear the rustling of clothes and I work out what it was a moment later when he climbs onto my legs, trapping me in place. I can feel the heat of his thick shaft as he presses it along the valley of my buttocks, leaning down to kiss the back of my neck a moment later. He’s naked behind me.

“Bet no one’s been in there,” he says, reaching down and squeezing my ass in his huge hand. “I’ll be your first but not yet.” He swats my buttocks with his cock, the sound obscene and loud in my ear.

He flips me onto my back. I glance down and am shocked by the sheer size of his cock. It’s swaying slightly as he gets to his feet. “Spread your legs for me,” he says, stroking the shaft slowly up and down, a bead of fluid appearing at the very tip. “Knees up. Put a pillow under your hips.”

I do as he says, still not daring to speak in case the safe word falls out of my lips. As long as I don’t say it, I don’t need to know if he’ll respond the right way to it, if he’ll respect my boundaries. I don’t need to think about it at all as long as I remain silent.

He kneels at the end of the bed, pulling my hips toward him, moving my whole body with no effort at all until my pussy is close to his face. I can feel his breath down there, heating me up even more and he’s yet to touch that part of me.

I feel I could come the instant he does. I’ve never been this turned on in my life. Except for the first time he kissed me.

He leans forward and as his tongue flicks over my clit for the first time, my whole world changes.


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