Page 55 of Totally Off Limits

“Get over there,” she said, barely recognizing her voice as she pointed toward the stairs with one hand.

“Upstairs?”

“No.There,” she said, stabbing her finger toward the banister that rose to the second floor and disappeared into the ceiling—but, as it did, more wall appeared underneath it, and she wanted him up against something.

She was enjoying the control.

“Bossy. I like it.” That same fucking smirk appeared on his face as they stood and he began walking backward, pulling her by the loops in her jeans.

And, yeah, she was angry as fuck. Why, she didn’t know, but she tried to ignore it, slamming her palms into his bare chest and assaulting his mouth with hers in an effort to shut up whatever was happening inside her. It wasn’t until Mickey’s fingers against the skin on her back tickled her as he pulled her t-shirt up slowly, achingly. And as he brought it over her head and let it fall to the floor, his lips moving instead to the swell of her breasts out of that lacy red bra she’d worn just for him, something inside her shifted.

Her pussy clenched. Her clit ached. Her body yearned for him now, any way she could have him.

As his lips and tongue continued teasing the top of her breasts, he slid his hands up her sides, causing a shiver to course through her body. Pausing just underneath her breasts, he glided his thumbs up to her pebbly nipples, making circles on them through the light fabric. Sierra let out a hot breath as something like a scream built up inside her body.

She needed this man.

Needed himnow.

But not here.

“I changed my mind.”

When Mickey opened his dark eyes, there was a hint of confusion in them, much like Sierra had been feeling earlier. “About what?”

“Not here. Let’s go upstairs.”

As Mickey blinked, those light lashes framing his eyes made him look so innocent for just a moment. Then he said, “Whatever you want, babe. But…is Mia for sure asleep?”

Had she not been in such a strange state, Sierra would have found it sweet that Mickey cared about their child enough to worry about if she was awake or not. Was that due to their genetic bond?

Get the fuck out of my head.

“She’ll be fine. We can shut my door.”

“Lead the way.” When Sierra grabbed his hand, he started to follow and said, “Just a sec.” Then he grabbed himself, seemingly adjusting his package, swollen inside his jeans. “Okay.”

Jesus. He looked so big stuffed in that small space, she had to gulp down the saliva that had pooled in her mouth. “Let’s get you taken care of.”

He actually chuckled at her words as she walked up the stairs, all but running. At the top, she opened the gate so Mickey could walk through, securing it again as he stood by patiently. Grabbing his hand again, she tugged him toward her bedroom door. “This way.” When she flipped on the light switch, Mickey paused, looking around—but she couldn’t understand what his eyes were saying. “What?”

Shaking his head slightly, he said, “Nothing.” Then he looped his fingers through her jeans’ belt loops, pulling her close and kissing her slowly, as if she were a dessert meant to be enjoyed. Her nipples grew rigid again as she took his tongue in, appreciating how he was taking control, as if allowing her to let go.

Let go of all the weird emotions. Of all the expectations. The guilt. The anger. The oppression.

It was time to be free, even for just a few moments.

Now, when her pussy clenched, it was more like a throbbing, a pulsing sensation, ready to feel his cock pounding inside her. And she wouldn’t be satisfied until she was so exhausted, she could barely move.

Running one hand up her arm, he then slid the palm against her neck, making her feel like he was possessing her, taking control of everything. God, it felt so liberating, like he knew she needed him to guide her, carry her through for just a while.

But this was just fucking, wasn’t it? And how did that even make sense?

“Let’s lay you down here,” he said, guiding her backward to the bed. And she obeyed, relieved that she could simply follow for now. Once she was lying on top of the covers, Mickey gazed down on her—and his lips were almost curved in a smile, but not quite. Again, she couldn’t read anything in his expression. It was mysterious, unknown, and she didn’t know if he was masking his emotions on purpose, or if she just wasn’t reading him.

But his actions told her everything she needed to know.

Leaning over her, he said, “Come here,” urging her with his hand behind her neck. As she lifted up a bit to meet his kiss with her lips, she felt his hand slide down her back, causing another shiver to raise down her spine as she arched her back into him. She could feel his fingers pulling her bra slightly tighter against her breasts as he pulled the two sides together to release the snaps. As he let go, the cups loosened from her breasts and he pulled the bra off as she lay back against the bed.

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