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“And where’s that?”

“That I can’t stay the hell away from you.”

The words sound more intense now that they’re out in the open. It’s like I couldn’t quite give into the pull between us until I spoke them out loud—until I told her the honest truth.

“So don’t,” she says matter-of-factly, flexing her feet in my hands.

I inhale sharply, trying to gather the strength for this conversation even though I’m rock-fucking-hard. But I promised myself that I wouldn’t take things any further unless I knew that she’d communicate with me. Every depraved, sadistic thing I’ve fantasized about requires open discussion and checking in. I don’t feel comfortable jumping in until I make sure that we’re on the same page.

“We need to talk about some ground rules.”

Morgan rolls her eyes playfully. “Doesn’t really feel like we’re on even ground right now.”

In one fluid motion, I snake my arm beneath her back and pull her onto my lap. She laughs, sinking her full body weight onto my crotch as she gets comfortable. Her hands tangle around my neck as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, and her eyes study mine, like she’s seeing something far deeper than anyone ever has.

“We’ve never been on even ground, little devil. You’ve always been the one in control, and you’ll always be the one in control.”

Chapter 15

Morgan

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping this would happen when Walker knocked on my door this evening. One reason is that he showed up looking like a damn Calvin Klein model in his tight, light-wash jeans and navy crew neck sweater. His short facial hair was freshly trimmed, and he smelled like warm Kentucky bourbon—the kind that tastes amazing, even though it burns on the way down.

The other reason is because ever since he kissed me, I knew I needed more—so much more. I’ve never been kissed like that—like I was something to be devoured and overtaken. It wasn’t a tentative first kiss of lovers, it was a declaration of power. A claim. And it’s a kiss I desperately need to experience again.

“Alright,” I say, weaving my fingers through his thick hair. “What do you want to talk about? I should warn you though, that I am not a very good rule follower.”

“You don’t say?” he teases, voice low and raspy. “Well, you will be by the time I’m done with you.”

Walker’s delicious threat shoots a rush of heat directly to my core, fanning the embers of arousal from the pressure of his massive erection beneath me. I’m not anything close to a virgin, but that thing feels like it might just split me in half. And considering how starved I am for sex, I hope to God that it does.

“Rule number one,” he murmurs as he leans closer, the warmth of his breath brushing against my ear, “we communicate how we’re feeling. If we don’t like something, we tell each other. If we want to try something, we tell each other. If we want something to stop, we tell each other. The only way that this is going to work is if we’re both open and honest.”

“Deal.” I nod, having a hard time thinking clearly. His hands were resting innocently on my knees, but they’ve started to skate along my bare thighs, slowly inching higher. “So now would be a good time to tell you that when I said I’m into ass play, I meant your ass?”

His jaw clenches and something that sounds like a growl comes out of his mouth. “I hope you’re joking.”

I want to keep fucking around, but he’s clearly serious about this conversation so I suppress the urge.

“Yes, Walker, I’m joking.” I bite the inside of my cheek to stifle my laugh as I watch the color return to his face.

“Rule number two,” he continues, ignoring my comment. “The dynamic we have when we’re hooking up only exists in that moment. If I ask something of you, I expect you to do it without talking back. Save the sass for our normal interactions.”

I’ve read enough kinky romance to know what he means by this rule, and I’m curious to see how it will play out. Walker definitely gives off dominant vibes considering he’s gigantic, intimidating, and hard to read. But I’ve never seen myself as someone who submits like a well-trained animal. If he wants this version of me, I’m going to make him earn it.

“Sounds good,” I reply, tilting my head to give him better access to my neck. My breath catches when he briefly presses his lips against my skin.

“Rule three—”

“Rule three,” I interrupt, growing tired of this conversion. “No more rules. You’re overcomplicating this.”

Walker pulls back, eyes searching mine for a moment. “You sure about that? Because I can simplify everything down to one rule if this is too much for you.”

A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face.

“Oh?” I quirk my brow at him. “And what’s that?”

His hands resume their exploration, fingertips tracing up my thighs and shooting prickles of desire to the surface of my skin. “You listen to me.”

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