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When he turned around, I was standing there naked. His eyes drifted all the way down my body and back up again, lingering on my pussy long enough to make me squirm with need.

“What I’m trying to tell you is that we share that common interest. I like sex in all its flavors.”

His head snapped up to look me in the eyes. His gaze was filled with excitement, need, and leashed control. He brought his hands up to take off his cut, folding and tossing it over a towel rack. Next, Havoc pulled the front of his shirt open, revealing all those tattoos I loved so much. This man was a finely tuned, inked work of art, and as far as I could tell, he was all mine.

Finally, when we were facing each other wearing only what God gave us, he spoke again. “Tell me what you want from me when it comes to sex, Riley. You set boundaries with me, and I won’t cross ‘em no matter what—I’m desperate to be inside you again. But this time, I want to make sure we do it right.”

I haul in a deep breath and snatch up all my courage, in an effort to answer his question. “I liked what we did last time. In fact, I liked it a lot. I like it best when you start out slowly and then get rougher and harder. I’m not into pain during sex or at any other time. That means no hard hitting, fisting, wax play, or wrong hole nonsense like you see in porn. Light spanking is fine, but it has to enhance the sexual experience. I like to try new things, but I don’t particularly care for surprises, so let’s talk about new things ahead of time rather than just springing them on each other.”

It only took him a minute to recover from his shocked expression. “Well, sweetness. It seems as though you’ve given this some serious thought.”

I like that his tone is approving but I knew he had a sense of humor that needs tickled as well, so I stepped closer and asked, “Is that a punishable offense in your world? I wouldn’t want to get spanked.”

“You deserve a sexy spanking, sweetness. But I’m not gonna give it to you, not unless you ask nicely.”

I liked his gentle teasing, maybe a little too much. Thinking of his big hand gently swatting my naked ass made something inside me uncoil and ache with need.

I followed him into the shower, and we didn’t talk for the longest time. We just enjoyed the moment. Lathering up his big body was a joy. I thoroughly enjoyed exploring every bump and bulge his muscular body had to offer. His cock was hard in an instant when we got into the shower, and I took my time soaping it up and stroking him. He groaned with pleasure, enjoying my touch. He tugged me closer and kissed me like his life depended on it. His mouth captured mine in a kiss that was urgent and deep and utterly consuming. As anticipated, his big, rough hands felt great sliding across my skin as well. I found myself melting into his touch.

When I got to my knees in front of him, Havoc’s eyes flashed with a kind of possessiveness I suspected lurked right below the surface. I gave him a few long firm strokes, liking the way he swelled ever more in my hands. I licked around the head of his cock, wanting nothing more than to please him, show him how I felt about him. By the time I sucked his cock into my mouth I was burning with need myself. He let me pleasure him for a while before pulling me to my feet and rinsing me off.

He asked, “Are you okay, sweetness?” he asked, gently cupping my cheek with one hand and sliding his thumb across my bottom lip.

I nodded. “More than okay. I could get addicted to sucking your cock.” I truly meant that, but Havoc just laughed. “It’ll be a cold day in hell when I come before my woman. If I ever get that shameless, just kick me to the curb.”

“Oh, I will, so don’t test me on that,” I joked.

He tossed me a heated look as we climbed out of the shower. “You ready for the main event, sweetness.”

Remembering how great sex was with him the first time, I nodded enthusiastically. “Absolutely. I’m looking forward to getting out of my head for a bit. Your body is like a hot, sexy playground for a woman like me. Not to mention that your cock is an amazing thing, endless pleasure if I remember correctly.”

He threw me a towel and we started drying off. He commented, “You’re a very articulate lady. I fuckin’ love that about you.”

“I already showed that I can do more than talk with my mouth,” I bragged.

He wrapped his towel around his waist, still dripping wet. And the moment I had my towel wrapped around me, he scooped me up and walked out of the restroom with me in his arms. We somehow made it to our room without catching anyone’s attention and then it was on. Havoc tossed me on the bed, let loose with a feral growl and pounced on me.

He started with a kiss, starting out slowly, kissing my lips before trailing kisses down my neck to my collar bone. His hands moved down to cup my breasts. Every touch from this man caused a jolt of pleasure to go cascading through my body.

He pulled back and gazed down at my body with an awestruck expression. “Goddamn, you’re beautiful. I mean, I knew that you were but seeing you like this, all naked and vulnerable with your pretty red hair still wet from the shower takes my fuckin’ breath away.”

I smiled at his enthusiasm. “I feel the same about you,” I tell him while my fingers drive from one scar to another, the only thing marring his otherwise perfect tattoos. Havoc had the kind of body you got from years of fighting hard to survive. He rolled the muscles of his arm as I looked at the detail that went into creating each tattoo. “You have some amazing ink.”

“Glad you like it. I’ll have to tell you someday what they all mean. But right now, I want to put my mouth here,” he said, cupping my pussy with one ink covered hand. “You down for that, sweetheart?”

I nodded, feeling my cheeks getting hot with embarrassment.

Havoc just grinned. “God, you’re innocent if asking to lick your pussy makes you blush.”

Chapter 21

Havoc

Istood at the edge of the bed with a towel slung low on my hips and water still dripping down my skin. My hair was wet and messy, and Riley’s eyes locked on me like I was something she’d been wanting for a long time. Truth was, maybe we’d both been wanting this. Riley was the first woman who liked me for myself instead of my cut, my money, or something tangible that I could give a woman. And she’d just told me she was into kinky sex. This was a woman after my own heart. Therefore, I didn't waste any time giving the lady what she asked for.

“I want to tie your hands,” I said, my voice low, tight with want but steady. “Just above your head.”

She didn’t hesitate. Maybe she would’ve, once. But not now. Not with me.

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