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“That’s super convenient for me.” Time for the lip bite, and my teeth dug into my lip with extra intensity as he finished unbuttoning his shirt, exposing taut abs and that glorious V that pointed downward, as if I might miss the dark happy trail that did the same. “For you to give it to me.”

Zac wound his tie around his fist, almost like he was getting ready to step into a boxing ring. Then he shed his shirt and tsked. “Again, you’re assuming you’re still in the driver’s seat. Only I’ve got my foot on the gas pedal and my hand on the wheel. Until you learn to take instructions, I’ll just stand right here and do what I need to do.” His sizeable arousal took center stage as he stepped out of his pants, and I rubbed my legs together, attempting to soothe the growing ache pulsating to life.

No dice.

Or more accurately, no dick. The outline of his was growing more defined by the second, and dizziness set in as he slipped his silken-wrapped hand inside his boxer briefs and gave himself a long, languid stroke.

A whimper escaped, and a thread of panic stitched its way through me as well. Howdarehe do my job for me.

“You see, I’m gripping other things, too, and I’ll only give you a turn if you deserve it.” Keeping his fist tight around his cock, he locked eyes with me. “Let me see the tits, kitty-cat.”

“You know I can’t stand it when you call me tha—”

He slammed his free hand against the door, palm open, and the impact vibrated through me. “Then don’t force me to resort to such measures. Bad girls get punished.”

“With what? Five to ten years? A fine?”

“You wish. I’m talking about taking away privileges. Starting by withholding your orgasms.”

I considered arguing that I’d just take care of myself. It’d be a bluff, though. Yeah, I could do that, but it was never as satisfying as the orgasms Zac gave me, and the more banter, flirting, and foreplay, the better and stronger and more powerful the waves of release.

“Since I’m such a generous lover,” he said, “I’ll give you a second chance to do as I asked.”

My heart hammered away at the bounds of its cage, warning me it’d leave me behind if I didn’t do something, and fast. Swinging the door open had never taken so much effort, although my hand seemed to have formed an alliance with my heart, as well as the rest of his body.

There. My lingerie-clad body was fully on display now. He raked his gaze over me, a deep, noise gilded in gratification filling the space between us—way, way too much space.

Zac dragged a knuckle down the strap of my bra, to the exposed swell of my breast. Goosebumps swept across my skin, and my entire body arched at the contact. He reached beneath the silky ribbon, tweaking the hard pink nub he found hiding beneath. My knees threatened to buckle, so I slithered through the crack in the door, bracing my back against the molding and griping his shoulder, just in case they followed through on their threat as well as Zac did.

“See? Was that so hard?”

“Yes,” I said, my head lolling back. “But God, it was so worth it.”

A hubristic gleam lit his eyes, and the grin spreading across his face catapulted his ego from substantial to overblown. Cocky bastard. I’d find a way to pay him back—in a way, I had learnedalesson. From now on, I’d wait untilafterI got what I needed to educate him on how vengeful someone as defiant as me could be.

Which perhaps meant I hadn’t learned anything, but as he barreled through the doorway and crashed his mouth over mine, I didn’t care. Our earlier kisses were on the quick and chaste side, although the one on the dance floor certainly pushed the bounds of that.

This, however, was a devouring. A lashing of lips, teeth, and tongues. Stroking and savoring, until every sensation was heightened.

Zac kneaded my breasts, his thumb plucking away at my sensitive nipple. “I’ve been wanting to get my hands on these all fucking day. And that’s only the beginning of what I’ve fanaticized doing…”

He dipped his head and sucked my other breast into his mouth, the tug of it shivering down my core and causing a corresponding jolt in my very center. Liquid pooled between my thighs, and I drove my fingers through his hair as he kissed, licked, and nipped.

The light scrape of his whiskers sent the world spinning out of control, my only tether to reality this very real, very solid man. My body became an overloaded live wire, snapping and sparking, the arc of electricity leaping higher and wider without finding a grounding point. The heat building between us could very well burn everything around us to the ground, and I’d happily feed myself to the fire just to keep it going that much longer.

Abruptly, Zac pulled away, every cell and nerve ending in my body screeching a loud complaint that he’d taken his warm skin and the consuming blaze with him. “Do that thing with your hips—that shimmy thing you did during your performance.” He lifted his finger and drew a circle in the air. “All the way around, Catalina. I want to see you shake that ass without any pesky fabric in the way.”

15

Catalina

Rapid breaths sawed in and out of my mouth, my chest rising and falling with my inhales and exhales. Zac had already shown me what happened when I didn’t comply. I was too horny for a power struggle, although I’d also have a higher chance of winning it after I showed him that like Shakira, my hips totally didn’t lie.

“Like this…?” I rolled my hips, swaying them from side to side, similar to how I’d done earlier today during the cumbia.

Sure enough, I had him. His pupils dilatated, and a strangled grunt punctuated the air. “That’s it.” His voice took on a gruff, commanding timbre. “Now spin, nice and slow, and keep those hips going for me.”

My pulse pounded in time to the undulating rhythm as I hopped to perform the task as instructed. Halfway around, I glanced over my shoulder, lips puckered. Then I bent at the waist, reaching for my ankles and skimming my fingertips up my legs as I shimmied my way up again. Lyrics about how someone coming to get her, because she was dancing like a stripper popped into my head, and the guy watching the show damn well better follow that advice.