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I cocked a brow at her. “Are you oblivious to the state of this room?”

“No.”

“And you remember throwing shit at my head?”

Nibbling on that lip again, she nodded.

“That should answer your question then.” I took a nipple between my fingers and rolled it until it formed an over-sensitive bud. I applied the clothespin, and my cock throbbed at the way she winced. As she hissed in a breath, I clamped her other nipple, then I ushered her out of the bedroom and toward the kitchen to get brunch going.

Having her naked with her nipples clamped while I waited for company heated my blood. Or maybe we’d just been on our own for so long, no one else around for miles, that I wanted to test how well she’d obey me in the presence of others.

Especially if thatotherperson was Jax.

8. Underwater Excursions - Alex

I was thankful for the summer heat. Despite the warm weather outside, goosebumps arose on my skin, compliments of my lack of clothing.

This felt wrong, being naked while Rafe worked at my side, clothed in gym shorts, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to argue with him. My nipples throbbed from the clothespins, but every so often I caught him staring at them, his eyes dark with want, and the answering twinge between my thighs reminded me that I needed to be on my best behavior.

If he didn’t fuck me into the next century soon, I might die.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” he said, a knowing smile curving his mouth.

God, yes.

“Thinking about what?” I pulled my lower lip between my teeth because I knew it drove him nuts.

“You don’t do coy very well.” He moved behind me and settled his hands over mine as I grated cheese for the omelets he planned to cook. “Look at you,” he whispered, his lips teasing my neck, “being all domestic…and naked. Thenakedpart is by far my favorite.”

“Rafe…” I sighed, and the block of cheese dropped to the counter, followed by the metal grater. He flicked the clothespins, and I let out a desperate groan.

“What will you give me in return for an orgasm?”

“Anything.”

“That’s a dangerous answer.” He lowered a hand and cupped my pussy. “How about a blow job?”

“A blow job?” I arched a brow because I sucked him off all the time. That wasn’t my idea of a difficult task.

“Fuck yeah, Alex. I want you to suck me off…in the tub.”

And there it was.

I stilled in his arms, but my heartbeat had other ideas. It accelerated to match the speed of a Bugatti. “Anything but that,” I pleaded, shaking my head.

“I don’t want anything else. I brought you here to confront fears. The tub’s one of them.”

“No! I-I can’t.” I pushed against the cage of his embrace, and he responded by banding an arm across my chest, his fingers clamping around my shoulder. He gripped me by the neck, and the heady smell of myself on his fingers drifted to my nose.

“We haven’t bathed properly in weeks. Let’s take a bath and put your mouth to good use.”

He wasn’t going to back down. Panic rose in my throat. He’d force me into the tub kicking and screaming. As if reading my thoughts, Rafe twirled me to face him then hefted me over his shoulder. The unchopped veggies, ham, and cheese were forgotten on the counter as he stalked toward the private bathroom off our bedroom.

“Please, Rafe! Don’t do this.”

He entered the bathroom, and the door slammed shut behind us. He lowered me to my feet before cradling my face between hands that issued as much pain as they did pleasure. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.”

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