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He grabs the arm of the couch with a white-knuckled grip. “Bellamy Jill Morgan,” he growls, smooth but intense, “I’m not agreeing to a goddamn thing, woman, and you’re lucky I’m still sitting here as it is.Are you standing behind me naked right now?” I swear I can hear the harsh grinding of his teeth as he asks.

Somehow he changed “naked” from a word into a gruff ripple of pure lust, sending tremors of the best sort coursing through me. No, not this time—I’min control for once.

“How’d you know my middle name?” There, nothing sexy about that question, thus, getting us back onmytrack.

“Really?” He grits out impatiently, flexing that hand about to rip the arm off my couch. “Baby, I make a habit of knowing everything I want or need to. Told ya on our first date, I knew you a lot better than you thought I did. Now quit stalling before I hurdle this fucking couch and see for myself, up nice and close. Are. You. Naked?”

“No.”

His head drops to his chest and if I’m not mistaken, I think I hear a whimper. “Why do you hate me?”

There we go, ball’s back in my court. “I don’t hate you,” I smother a giggle, “but some of your behavior could use a littlemodification. Are you ready to agree to my previous terms?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumps, “no moving or touching. Got it.”

That’s what he thinks.How cute. Well, whatever he’s got…I betcha he’s about to lose it.

I move forward, skimming my fingertips along his arm as I gradually saunter past him, swaying my hips all the way to the chair across from him.

As I sit down, I grin to myself at the sharp hiss of air he sucks in slowly.

“Fuckkk,” he grates, shoving a hand back through his hair and shifting in his seat. “God damn, baby. I thought you said you didn’t hate me?”

“I don’t.” I force my brows to fold, as though confused…which I’m anything but. “What do you mean?”

“That,” he motions a finger up and down my ensemble and gulps, “is sexier, and more torturous, than if youwerenaked.That, I could take my time peeling off, learning every inch of you,thoroughly, before moving to the next.”

Dear God that was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I wanna jump him, let him do all that to me and more…but I somehow, miraculously, hold strong.Eye on the end goal, Bellamy.

It’s so hard though. I’ve never felt more empowered in my life. And not in a dirty, cheap way either. While there’s no denying the carnal lust in his eyes, which he literally cannot peel off me, wearing the white lingerie set he bought me…there’s also adoration. I feel wanted for sure, but even more so, I feelwomanly.

The baby doll top is being tested to its limits to contain my breasts and the sheer lace material clearly boasts their shape, size and color of my nipples. And the matching boy-cut panties ride up high on my ass cheeks while also answering any questions he may have had about my grooming habits.

“So you like?” I facetiously purr.

“Ifucking love, Bellamy. Please baby, I gotta touch you. Come ‘ere.” He beckons me with his sexy, finger crook specialty and it takes willpower I didn’t know I had to resist.

“Not yet.” I slowly shake my head and blow him a full-lipped, drawn-out kiss. “If you lie, or break any of the rules, we stop. Ready?”

“Hell yes,” he rumbles, adjusting his very intriguing erection.I definitely need to know more about that.

 

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