Page 44 of Negotiating Tactics

“Fine,” I said.

“Fine?” She blinked with surprise, and I could see she’d been ready to try to convince me.

“Yes, Alex. Fine. We’ll play by your rules. At least some of them,” I said.

Before she could respond, I stroked her cheek, then leaned forward and sucked her bottom lip between mine. Then, I pulled back, my gaze locked with hers as I nipped her lip, then soothed away the sting with my tongue.

That little taste was intoxicating, enough to test my control and make me want more.

I pressed a soft kiss against her lips and then pulled back again.

She lifted her eyes to mine. “We’re doing this?” she said.

“By this, do you mean fucking?” I asked, my face so close to hers that our lips touched.

“Y-yeah. That,” she stammered.

I stroked her cheek. “Say it, Alex.”

She huffed. “I don’t nee?—”

“Say it, Alex,” I repeated.

“Fine, Noah. We’re…fucking. But,” she added quickly.

“Yes?” I asked, wondering what she would say next, surprised but also not that I was content to talk to her when my dick was hard enough to hammer nails.

“While we’re fucking, I don’t want you fucking anyone else. And I won’t either, by the way,” she said.

“No, you won’t,” I said. “I’ll make sure you don’t have the desire or the energy to. Now don’t ever speak of another man in my presence.”

She smiled when I nipped her lip again. “And you?”

“No, Alex, I won’t be fucking anyone else either,” I said, trailing my lips across her cheek and down the column of her neck before I pulled back to look at her.

She looked surprised. Something I decided to point out to her. “You look surprised.”

“I guess I didn’t expect you to be so agreeable,” she admitted.

“So you’ve been thinking about you and me fucking?” I said, settling my hands on either side of her neck.

“I…”

“Don’t lie, Alex,” I said in a singsong voice as I moved lower to squeeze her tits and then tweak her nipples through her shirt.

She hitched out a breath. “Yes, I have.”

“Good, because I have too.”

I trailed down her stomach, gripped her hip.

“And you’ll find that I can quite agreeable. Sometimes,” I said.

My grip tightened on her hip, and she looked down at my hand where I touched her.

I tightened my hold, wanting her to feel my desire, feel the intensity of my need for her.

She blinked, her lashes sweeping her cheeks as she kept her gaze down for several seconds before she looked up again.

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