Page 26 of Sweet Animosity

Since I’d had my orgasm, it was logical he would do so.

“Open your eyes, baby. Look at me.”

Even as I hated myself for it, I obeyed.

“You’re coming again for me.”

It wasn’t a request.

My brow lowered as I pressed my hands against his chest. “I’m not a robot. I can’t just come on command.”

His eyebrow quirked upward. “We’ll see about that.”

A few more thrusts and dammit… he did it again. My G-spot. It was like the man had tagged it with some kind of primal radar.

With his free hand, he pushed my still wet T-shirt up, exposing my breasts.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he exclaimed before he leaned down and latched onto my right nipple with his lips, sucking hard, using the edge of his teeth.

My hips bucked again. “Oh, God!”

He sucked on my nipple harder.

I came again, seeing stars behind my eyelids as my legs wrapped around his hips, anchoring him against me.

Before the last ripple had finished, he increased the pace of his thrusts. “My turn.”

My palms pressed against his chest as I breathlessly spat, “Don’t forget to pull out.”

He thrust harder, saying nothing.

My fingers twisted into his chest hair and yanked. “Hey! Pull out!”

He bared his teeth as he threw back his head with a roar.

I tried to shimmy my hips backwards and away from his body, but it was no use. He had me locked beneath him.

Hot come filled my insides and dribbled down my inner thigh as he slowly pulled out.

I curled my hand into a fist and beat it against his chest. “What the fuck was that?”

He leaned back on his haunches and ran his hand through his hair. “I’d say the best sex of both of our lives.”

I fumed in the bathroom mirror as I pressed a warm, wet washcloth between my legs.

That he was right didn’t make it any less wrong.

Nor did the fact that I looked thoroughly fucked.

My hair was a tangled mess of still damp curls. My cheeks were bright pink and…

Jesus Christ… were those hickeys?

Fucking hickeys!

This was not how I envisioned this night going when I set out to get my money from Abakar.

Pushing my hair back, I wrapped it in a tight ponytail with a scrunchie. I then tossed on a pair of yoga pants, thick socks, and an oversized sweater. As I was leaving the bedroom, I grabbed a discarded wool scarf from over a nearby chair and wrapped it around my throat for good measure.

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