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She places her hands on her hips. “Yeah, right. While you stare at me like some creep?”
“Hah.” I press a hand to my chest. “You think too highly of yourself. You’re not interesting enough for me to want to watch you.”
A flicker of hurt passes through her eyes. “Screw you, Lucas,” she grits out, body going rigid.
“Gladly. Care to join me?”
“You’re insufferable.”
“Is that how you speak to your husband?” I run my tongue over my lips. God, she’s gorgeous when she’s angry.
“I’ll speak how I want.” She lifts her chin, eyes issuing a challenge. “I’m not your property.”
I close the distance between us, and she retreats until her back hits the mirror with nowhere left to go. I brace my hands on the mirror to either side of her head, caging her in. “Maybe not, but if you stop fighting me, you’ll discover what you’re missing out on.”
She gazes up at me, chest heaving, eyes wide. I’m not restraining her—she could slip away any moment. But she just stands there, eyes locked on mine.
I grind my hips into hers, and she lets out a soft whimper.
Fuck.
Precum dampens my boxers. How is it possible to be this turned on when we’re both fully clothed? When we haven’t done anything?
“Not interested in me, huh?” She tilts her head.
I huff out a breath. In my fantasies, she’s wrapping her legs around me while I fuck her hard against this mirror. I want to hear that filthy mouth of hers screaming my name when she comes.
“Tell me, Ava, if I shoved my hand in your shorts right now, would you be wet and throbbing? Ready to beg for my cock like a good little?—”
“Touch me, and I’ll knee you in the nuts so hard you’ll taste them.” She arches an eyebrow.
“Worth it.”
Her mouth falls open, then snaps shut.
I don’t budge. “Don’t worry, Wifey. I’m a man of my word. If you want me to touch you, you’ll have to ask.” I lower my gaze. “Truth or dare?”
She lifts her face to mine, green eyes sparkling as she studies me, then finally says, “Truth.”
I run my tongue along my teeth. “Do you want to come, Ava?”
She sucks in a sharp breath, hips shifting. Just a little, but enough for me to feel.
“The truth, Ava.”
She shakes her head. “I changed my mind. Dare.”
I grin. So that’s how she wants to play? Fine by me. “Kiss me.”
“What?” Her eyes go even wider, breasts rising and falling against my chest.
“You heard me. Kiss me. Like you mean it.”
Ava stares, her pupils huge, the green almost gone. I don’t move, hardly breathing.Kiss me, Ava. Just kiss me. Stop denying this need between us.
I know she wants me as badly as I want her. It’s just physical, nothing wrong with that. I want her to give in to her needs, to give herself to me. Fuck, I want her so much.
Her eyes flutter closed just before she presses her lips to mine. Only for a second. Then she pulls back.
