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Before she could say another word, her body began to slide upward.

When Kurt wanted to, he could move quickly, and this was one of those times. He dropped his hands from her shoulders to under them and picked her up until her feet dangled off the floor. A second later, he spun away, slinging her over his shoulder.

“Kurt!” she gasped.

“You remember on the plane,” he growled, closing the few steps that separated them from the bed. “When you told me you one hundred percent weren’t a Little.”

“Yes?”

He came to a sudden stop, and before she could say another word, he tossed her to the mattress.

“Well, let me tell you what you are,” he rumbled, his gaze aflame as he towered above her.

“You, Dana Aziz, are one hundred percent a fucking brat.”

CHAPTER 8

Kurt

“Kurt!”

He spun Dana around and gripped her wrists, pinning them to the marble tile of the shower stall in which they were standing. He’d little doubt she’d taken him at his word when he’d said they should “take a quick shower and go grab some breakfast” before they continued their inspection of Rawhide, but that was foolish of her. Considering how long they’d known each other, if she seriously expected she could come into the bathroom looking as fucking gorgeous as she had and think he’d not take advantage of the situation…

She squirmed halfheartedly in his grasp, and he leaned in, making sure she felt what she’d done to him, same as she had over and over the night before.

“Dammit, you said breakfast,” she whimpered.

“Breakfast isn’t going anywhere. Now, be still.”

But she didn’t, instead wiggling her ass against the pressure of his body, defiant as a…

“Brat,” he growled in her ear, taking her lobe between his teeth.

“I’m not a brat!” she protested, but there was more yearning than conviction in her tone.

Kurt adjusted himself and pushed forward into Dana’s pussy, and the slick warmth that wrapped his cock made it clear she wanted this as much as he did. He surged forward until his thighs connected with her backside, then held himself inside her, reveling in the sensation.

Reaching around, he found her clit with the pad of his thumb. “Whose pussy is this?” he rumbled in a low tone.

“Mine,” she gasped, tilting her head back. “Although sometimes I let you play with it.”

“‘Not a brat’ my fucking ass.” He thrust into her hard, and she moaned in response as he filled her. Keeping one hand cupped to her ribcage to hold her in place, he continued to tease her hood with the other while slowly beginning to fuck her. Having sex in a shower was never as easy as they made it look in porn. They were both slippery, and the shower tiles and floor were glossed with a sheen of wetness. It was all a bit of a balancing act, and while shower sex was fun, it was certainly more strenuous than chasing her across the bed as he’d done last night.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, Dana?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to come?”

“You ask some of the stupidest questions...” she whispered.

“Hmm,” he groaned, “maybe so, but I wasn’t wrong, was I?”

“Nn… no.”

“And you are a brat.”

“Nnn… maybe.”

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