Page 115 of Inside the Wicked

“So inappropriate,” he tuts.

I’m speechless. And mad, wanting to get him back for that little stunt that has me riled up and needy.

“By the end of all this, you’ll be begging for my cock.”

We reach the bottom again and the worker swings open our gate. Rhett takes my hand, which is just as well, because my knees are wobblier than the carriage.

I’m walking around looking for a plan when my eyes light up on the fun house. As I drag him to it, Rhett smirks at me as if he knows what I’m thinking, but he has no idea.

Game on, Kaiser.

This line is only ten minutes—a lot quieter than the Ferris wheel. When we get to our turn, I plant a hand to his chest just past the entrance.

“Twenty-second head start,” I say.

His eyes darken in challenge. “Ten.”

“Fifteen.”

“Nine. Eight.”

This motherfucker.

I turn and jog down the hall and around the bend. Eerie clown music plays, and I navigate a spinning wheel, rope stairs, and through a room of wacky mirrors before I decide to hide in here. It only takes seconds for Rhett to catch up.

“If you come out, I’ll finish what I started,” he says.

My pussy is still hot, and my whole body feels like it’s hanging on the edge of a climax. When Rhett gets close enough I lunge out, catching him by surprise when I slam him to the wall. Keeping one hand pressed to his chest, I undo his belt buckle with the other.

“What are you—?Shit,” he hisses when I pull out his cock and drop down. My lips wrap around him with no teasing or finesse, just quick sucking that has him cupping the back of my neck to bury himself deeper.

“Dirty fucking girl,” he growls, beginning to thrust his hips to meet me.

I pull him out of my mouth and pump him hard and fast in my fist as I stand.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” I reach up on my toes to say it into his ear.

“If you keep—yes.Fuck yes.”

I stop pumping, starving him off at his base, and Rhett’s head tips back, his brow pinched in tortured pleasure.

“That’s too bad,” I say and let him go.

As I walk off, I hear his chuckles at my back. I get out of the fun house before he does.

I squeal when I’m lifted off my feet from behind. Rhett sets me down only to spin me around and lift again, my legs circling his waist.

“Is that how it is?” he says darkly.

He looks so menacing and daring and downright sexy it isn’t fair.

“I like to win too, Agent.”

His smile through the makeup is so sinister but alluring. “Oh, little bird, it’s far from over yet.”

Rhett’s hold tightens on me but his faraway look tells me someone is talking in his earpiece. He sets me down and suspense bubbles inside me. When his pained, concerned eyes fall down to me I know it’s time.

“They’re here?” I ask.

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