Page 153 of Only With You

Grabbing his bearded chin, I shudder at the way the coarse hair pricks my skin and a flashback of him between my thighs resurfaces. He smirks and I’m sure he’s thinking the same thing.

I grin and drag the black pen on his inkless skin, right below where his beard ends. “And maybe you.”

“For me?” His voice deepens and he tugs me closer.

My body reacts to him the way I yearn for water during the hottest summer. Except I know that no amount of water will be enough to stop the thirst, just like him touching me isn’t enough. Even though I want more, I keep myself restrained and continue working the tip of the Sharpie on his cool skin.

“Yeah, figured we couldcelebrate. After all, you’re the reason I passed and I owe you, right?” I bite the inside of my cheek when his jaw flexes and palms rise, sliding beneath my skirt. His fingers glide under the curve of my ass and he cups one cheek firmly while the other slides between my thighs. “Stop moving. I’m going to mess it up.”

I swallow back a moan as his finger brushes between my lips through the lace.

“Landon.” It’s meant to come out as a warning, but it comes out as a breathy plea.

“You owe me, right? After all, I’m the reason you passed. If it weren’t for me, you’d be failing, right?” His gruff, condescending questions irritate me, but also cause my thong to dampen and my nipples to harden. “You were so desperate to pass, you agreed to let me use your body the way I want, right?”

Landon hisses when I dig the tip of the pen into his neck, but he doesn’t stop me or move away. He digs a finger between my lips, teasing my entrance.

“Right, Julianna?” he thickly rasps.

I shamelessly nod and grind into his hand. But I only feel a small, euphoric shock before he removes it.

I huff an aggravated breath. “I really can’t stand you.”

“The contract didn’t state we had to get along,” he noncommittally shrugs, bringing a hand to the button of my skirt. “I get to have your body the way I want, yes? Mine to use, mine to fuck, mine to do whatever I want, right?”

It’s embarrassing how his words excite the depraved part of my brain. My heart races, blood pumps fast, working overtime at how wanton I feel.

“Right.” I cap the pen back, done with my design, and he takes it from me.

“Take your clothes off and lie on the bed.”

I don’t blink when my eyes land on his erection tenting the towel. It still baffles me that he’s that huge. It’s unnerving, but in a good way because I know how good he feels. My pussy protests because it didn’t feel that way the next day.

Locking my eyes with his, I take my jacket off and hand it to him because it was, in fact, expensive and I don’t want it on the floor.

He lays it carefully on top of his piano and watches me as I remove my boots and set them on the side.

This shouldn’t be as erotic as it feels, but everything I do with Landon is new and it feels invigorating. The way he stares at me keenly, laser-focused on my every move, the way his eyes singe my skin even though he’s not touching me, and the way the pulse between my thighs heightens.

I hand him all of my clothes and stand naked in front of him.

His gaze slowly trails over every inch of my body, but lingers on my breasts the longest. They feel heavy, aching desperately to be touched, and my thighs become slick with my arousal.

“Bed.” He jerks his head to it.

As I lie on my back, I hear his towel hit the floor, and when I look up, he’s making his way to me, then crawling onto the bed until he’s hovering above me. His chain dangles in front of myface, the cold metal brushing my cheek when he leans down to my ear, and his warm breath fans it.

“I kiss it, it’s mine,” he whispers.

I shakily breathe as his dick brushes my pussy. I buck my hips for more, but he moves.

“Not yet. This first,” he teases, dragging the cap of the pen around my nipple.

I fist the sheets, eyes fluttering as he goes down and kisses the top slope of my right breast, and his beard scratches me. I writhe beneath him, but my eyes pop open when I feel the tip of the pen on my breasts. I don’t make out what it says before he’s pulling back and doing the same to the other.

Raising my head up, I read what it says and laugh.

Landon Taylor’s Property.

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