Page 111 of Five Alarm Kiss

Reaching up, Laurel pulled the pins from her hair and let it swirl down to skim her shoulders. That’s what femme fatales did in movies, right? Her hair billowed around her face as she moved to capture his bottom lip with her teeth, like he’d done to her so many times. She raked her teeth across it while pushing her hips against his rigid length.

His eyes heated. “Laurel, what’re you doing?” He asked the question aloud this time.

She began moving her hips in a sensual rhythm, rubbing herself against him, wiggling around until every move she made hit her sensitive area just right.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” The sultriness of her own voice surprised her.

“It looks like you’re trying to get yourself off,” he rasped, glancing down to watch her shamelessly rub herself against him. He licked his lips and reached for her.

When she grabbed his wrist and pushed it down to the floor, his pupils practically blew wide open.

“Stay,” she ordered.

Stay?

Where did that come from? She wasn’t training a dog. You didn’t tell men to “stay.”

Oh, fudge.

Did she just make a tactical error and ruin everything? She should’ve known better than to try to seduce him. She was the furthest thing from a femme fatale there could be. She was a femme fa-failure.Wait.That sounded stupid. Failure fatale?Ugh, no!Of course, she’d botched it up. She couldn’t even insult herself without doing it wrong.

“Did you just tell me to ‘stay’?” he asked incredulously.

“Umm.” Instead of risking saying something else that would star in her humiliation hall of fame, she nodded.

“Shit, Princess.” The combustible heat in Jake’s eyes practically burned her alive. “That’s fucking hot.”

It is? Oh, thank goodness!

Maybe she didn’t totally suck at this seduction stuff after all.

Jake smirked, and tried to reach for her again.

This time, she pinned both of his hands to the floor on either side of his head. “I said, stay.”

His eyes sparked, but he dutifully left his hands where they were.

The fact he’d listened to her made her feel powerful. She liked it.

Okay, think. What else does Jake do that I love? Oh, I know…

“Good boy,” she praised.

His hands curled into fists as his throat bobbed on a swallow. “When I call you ‘good girl’,” he asked in a gravelly voice, “does it do it for you like that just did for me?”

Yes, yes, double yes!

Yeah, that answer wouldn’t be femme fatale-y.

She lowered her lashes and purred, “Maybe.”

He hummed low in his chest. “Vixen.”

Moving her hips to live up to that title, she felt him grow harder.

Man, I’m getting good at this!

It was a little nerve-racking with him cataloging her every movement, but then she remembered she was “in charge,” and Jake was at her mercy. She sure wasn’t going to waste this opportunity because she’d probably never be able to work up the guts to try this again.

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