Page 66 of Seduced in Ink

“Hey.”

“How was coffee?” he asked, gruff an a little annoyed for some reason. He didn’t like the fact that she had spent the afternoon with Guy. He felt like he could practically smell him on her, even though he couldn’t, and it bothered him.

Why was he having thoughts like such a jealous asshole?

Were they together in truth? He didn’t know. Because why would they fucking talk about anything and make things easy?

She ran her hands down his back and sighed.

He didn’t like that sound. Had she had fun, then?

“Coffee was okay.

“Okay,” he said, knowing he sounded petulant.

“Yes, I had a marshmallow thingy.”

“Marshmallows are good.” See? Not a child. He could have an actual conversation and not growl. Was he growling? Oh yeah, he kind of was.

“I’m thinking about adding marshmallow cupcakes of some sort to the menu at Sin. Maybe a s’mores.”

His stomach rumbled at that, and she laughed.

“Apparently, I’m craving marshmallows.”

“All that ooey-gooey goodness in the center?” she asked.

“Should I say creamy goodness?” he asked, his cock hardening in his pants, pressing against her belly.

Her eyes widened. He leaned down, tugging her hair a bit. When her lips parted, her eyes going dark, he crushed his mouth to hers, needing her.

“You might have been out with him today, but you’re here with me right now.”

She pulled away, confusion in her gaze.

“It wasn’t a date. Far from it.”

“Fine.” He kissed her again, knowing he was an asshole, but he wanted her taste. She kissed him right back, tugging on his shirt. He pulled away, letting her undo the buttons then dropping it to the floor. He slid his hands up her thighs and tugged her dress over her head in one quick movement.

She gasped, and he glanced down at her tiny little panties and the lacy bra that allowed him to feel her nipples beneath the cups.

“You wore this while you were out with him? Did he know what you were wearing under your dress?” he asked, his voice a growl. He pinched her nipple through the lace, and she gasped, sighing as she toed off her shoes, the action making her body rub against his too-hard dick.

“Only for you. Promise.”

“We’ll see about that.”

He reached around to her ass and squeezed before slapping her rounded flesh, hard.

She gasped again, and he grinned at her.

“Did you like that?”

“As long as you’re not punishing me. Because there’s no way I’m going to let you do that.”

She gave him a weird look, and he frowned before kissing her again, rubbing his hand over the spot he had spanked. “Never punishment. Only pleasure. Promise.”

He knew the two of them liked rough sex, just as they liked soft sex. But he was never going to hurt her. Fuck, no matter what, he would never hurt her. Even if it meant walking away completely when things dissolved between them.

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