Page 67 of Ink & Desire

Avery unsnaps the button on my pants, and I grab her wrist, halting her movements. If I let her get those fingers wrapped around my cock, I won’t last long. I’m too wired tonight. I want her too much. When she turns those questioning hazel eyes up to mine, I give her a smile. I need to maintain some semblance of control. And I can’t do that if she’s jerking me off.

“Slow down,” I say. “There’s no hurry.”

She huffs out a laugh. “Says the man who broke several speeding laws to get here in record time?”

I grin. “That was so I wouldn’t have time to change my mind. Besides, I didn’t want you to come before I got here.”

“You told me not to, remember?” she whispers. “I can obey.”

I raise a brow at her. “Since when?”

“Try me.”

Excitement hums low in my belly at the thought of it. An obedient Avery. What would that look like? Do I believe it’s possible? There’s only one way to find out. I’ve already had her hard and fast, up against a wall. Maybe it’s time to slow things down a bit. Savor this moment. Releasing her, I take a step back.

“Turn around. Hands on the wall.” I inject a command into my words that’s unmistakable.

The slight widening of her eyes sends a delicious thrill through me. She’s not sure what I’m going to doto her, but it doesn’t matter. Whatever it is, she wants it. She craves my touch as much as I crave hers. She wants every depraved thing I want to do to her and more. And that knowledge gets me so fucking hot.

I can feel my heart pounding as my gaze roams over her, memorizing the way she looks right now. She’s standing there motionless, as if debating whether to comply. Hell, I’m not even sure she will. She rarely does. I wonder if she’ll be a brat, pushing back against my dominance until I force her to submit. My dick grows harder at the thought, if that’s even possible. I feel the tension in my body growing and I clench my fists at my sides to keep from reaching for her pretty neck. I want her to decide what happens next. She has more control than she knows, and I want her to use it.

I meet her hazel eyes with my own and I can see the desire there that I know matches my own. I raise an eyebrow in a silent question. She knows just what I’m asking her. She hesitates long enough that I’m almost convinced she’s going to be a brat. The idea sends a rush of excitement through me. As much as I crave control, I can’t deny I love the way she challenges me at every turn. Even though we both know how much she wants this. She’s made it clear over the past week that she wants me. If I thought for a second that she wasn’t as into this as I am, I wouldn’t have come here tonight. But I know she gets off on it just as much as I do. She opens her mouth to speak, shocking me with her words.

“Yes, sir,” she says in a soft voice, her eyes locked on mine.

The rush of satisfaction I feel at those words nearly brings me to my knees. I feel my cock straining painfully in my pants now as I watch Avery’s mouth quirk up into a wicked smile. She knows exactly what effect those words just had on me, and she loves it. Even though she just agreed, I still feel a slight surprise at the sight of her turning slowly away from me to face the wall. Reaching up, she places her hands on the wall above her head.

I stand there looking at her for several seconds, admiring the lines of her body and the trusting manner of her stance. She can’t see me; can’t anticipate my next move. But she’s obeying me, standing motionless with her hands braced on the wall. Waiting for my next move, my next command.

“Beautiful.”

I don’t know if I meant to say the word, or if it just slipped out, but it doesn’t matter. It’s true. She’s beautiful like this. Waiting for me, submitting to me. I move closer, my footsteps silent as I approach. I’m close enough now to reach out and touch her, but I don’t. The anticipation is half the fun. Besides, I need the precious seconds to gain some control over my own body.

“What am I going to do with you?” I murmur.

“I’ve got a few ideas,” Avery says, her tone playful enough to dispel some of the tension in me.

I huff out a laugh, smiling when I see goosebumps pop up in the wake of my breath on her neck.

“I bet you do, angel,” I say. “But tonight, I have my own ideas for what to do with that body.”

“Then do it.”

The words are a taunt. A dare. And it sends another thrill through me. She wouldn’t be my Avery if she meekly surrendered without at least a little sass.My Avery?Where had that thought come from? She’s not mine. That’s not what this is. This is just sex. Just a fun way to release some tension. That’s all. Annoyed by my own thoughts, I push them aside and bring my focus back to the moment.

“There’s that smart mouth again,” I growl. “What if I stuffed that smart mouth so full of my cock you couldn’t do anything but moan?”

She sucks in a breath at my crude words as if they excite her. I watch as her hips shift slightly and my mouth quirks up into a knowing grin.

“You like the sound of that, don’t you?” I whisper. “You like the idea of me fucking your mouth until I come down your throat. You might look like an angel, but you’re just as dirty as I am. You want me to do all kinds of filthy things to you, don’t you?”

She nods immediately, making me grin wider. Damn, I love that about her. She doesn’t try to hide what she wants from me. She doesn’t pretend.

“I bet if I pushed my fingers between your legs right now, you’d be soaking wet, wouldn’t you?” I murmur.

“Only one way to find out,” she says, the breathless tone in her words betraying her excitement.

I consider doing just that. I could tease an orgasm out of her with my fingers before taking her from behind. But another idea comes to me. One I think I like better.

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