Page 91 of Bitter Rival

“I’m sure the other two holes would be equally enjoyable.”

“Only two out of three are open for business,” she quips.

I shrug. “Nobody’s perfect.”

She laughs then sobers as we stare at each other hungrily.

I want to touch her. Taste her. Fuck her so hard she’ll scream my name for all of Sutton Ridge to hear.

“If we do this, it’s consensual, yes?”

Daisy nods then takes off her hoodie and tosses it to the ground like she’s throwing down the gauntlet.

Challenge accepted.

I stride forward and stand between her legs. My hands coast up her bare thighs, my calloused palms scraping over her soft skin, and I can’t think of a single thing I want more than this. Daisy spread out before me on the kitchen island, ready and willing, like a banquet of all my favorite foods.

I’m going to take my time and savor every moment of it.

But first, I need to set some ground rules so there are no misunderstandings. “This would just be sex.” My fingers trace the hem of her tiny shorts. “No strings attached. That’s all I’m offering.”

“And what would make you think I’d want more?”

Because you’re Daisy Larsson and you deserve more.

Because you’re looking for love and I can’t deliver.

Because I’m not the man for you but I’m too selfish to walk away.

“Just don’t fall in love with me and no one will get hurt.”

“Wow. You have a really high opinion of yourself, don’t you?” She leans forward and cups the nape of my neck then brushes her lips over mine before sucking my bottom lip between hers and sinking her teeth into it.

I’m pretty sure she drew blood, the little vixen. I swipe my tongue over the coppery tang but I can hardly fault her for it.

Pain laced with pleasure is my forte too.

“If anyone is going to fall in love…” She places a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth to ease the sting. “It’s you.”

“Then I guess we’re both safe.” But even as I say the words, I’m not entirely sure I believe them. Doesn’t matter. I’m going to take what I want anyway.

So I kiss her like our lives depend on it. It’s a desperate sort of kiss fueled by her soft moans and our dueling tongues.

Her nails scrape down my back and little shivers roll down my spine as my hands roam her body, sliding over her dips and curves and silky skin.

My hands slide into her hair, and I move it over her shoulder, my fingers deftly untying the strings holding up her halter top. I imagined doing this enough times during the day that I know exactly where the ties are fastened.

I slide the top up and she raises her arms to help me. When the halter top clears her body, I toss it aside and take in Daisy braless. I only caught a glimpse this morning but it was enough to get me hard.

Now, with her full breasts on display, rosy nipples hardened into peaks, she looks like a wet dream with her disheveled blonde hair falling around her shoulders and her cheeks tinged with pink.

She clamps her lush bottom lip between her teeth but doesn’t try to cover herself up.

I hook my fingers in the waistband of her shorts and slide them down her legs, leaving her in nothing but purple lace panties and combat boots.

So fucking sexy.

“Look at you. So fucking pretty.” I cup one of her breasts and rub my thumb over the nipple. She jerks in response and I dip my head, sucking the hardened peak into my mouth and tugging.

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