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"Looking for something, tiger?" he asked, teasing his lip with his tongue piercing.

I scrambled for an explanation, then remembered that when you were trying to lie, a lie close to the truth was always best.

"You caught me," I said. "I was looking for your pictures.”

"You could have just asked," he said.

"I know," I said. "I was embarrassed.”

This was good. This was working.

Being embarrassed about having an ego giant enough to prompt me to search Oscar's room for pictures he’d taken of me would explain why I was so flustered.

"Because they're all of you, you mean?" he asked.

"I'm sure they're notallof me," I said.

"You might be surprised." The amusement had left his eyes, his expression turned serious, maybe even a little pained.

"I'm sorry I didn't just ask," I said.

I wasn't sorry. I wasn't even looking for pictures of me. But I didn't want to tell him that yet.

He stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. It closed with a finality that sent a shiver of anticipation up my spine.

He walked slowly toward me, his gaze locked on mine, his brown eyes molten. He moved leisurely, fluidly, and I wondered how someone could look so fucking sexy in ripped black jeans and a T-shirt that inexplicably featured an image of Yoda taking a mug shot (I didn’t get it).

He stopped when there was only an inch of space left between us and looked down at me.

"You've been a bad girl," he murmured, reaching for the elastic that held my hair in a messy bun on top of my head.

He tugged and my hair spilled around my shoulders.

I could hardly breathe under the heat of his gaze, locked onto my lips like a homing beacon.

"You might need a spanking," he murmured.

"What about your video game?" It was becoming increasingly clear that I’d have to get the photos another time.

"You think I want to play video games now that I have you alone?" he asked.

"I don't know," I said.

He leaned down until his lips were almost against mine. "That would be a hard no, tiger. Emphasis on the wordhard.”

Then his mouth was crashing into mine, his hands cradling my face like he never wanted to let me go.

Chapter41

Oscar

She was so fucking beautiful it almost hurt to look at her. Even taking pictures of her was a kind of torture because I would inevitably spend hours poring over them, making sure I knew every slope and shadow of her face.

I touched my tongue to her lips, running my piercing along the seam, and she opened like a flower.

I groaned when our tongues met, the wet heat of her mouth making my already-hard dick even harder.

I had no idea what she'd really been doing in my bedroom and I didn't care. I kept no secrets from her, would never keep secrets from her again, and anything I owned belonged to her as well.

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