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“Dani,” I say hesitantly. I’m also curious about her boldness since she was crying moments ago. I’m torn between wanting to continue and knowing we should wait until we’re alone. Grabbing the paddle as we kiss, I lightly spank her. “Be good until we get home,” I whisper into her ear.
Sliding off me, her eyes signal that she does not want to stop. The rest of the ride is a blur of stolen kisses, each one building up what will happen when we’re finally alone. I start to fantasize about taking her immediately and tearing her out of the dress.
My thoughts, however, keep drifting to Dani’s childhood, her reactions to my gifts, and Declan’s persistent looks at Dani throughout the evening and over the last couple of months. How he touched her arm … I know she says there’s nothing there, but it continues to put a sour taste in my mouth. Declan’s earlier insinuation about our age gap still plays in my head. The fucking governor looking at her like he could have her.
As we pull up to the house, I feel a surge of possessiveness. Stepping out of the SUV, I offer Dani my hand, and we head inside. Closing the door behind her, every primal impulse takes over. I can’t resist the urge to assert my claim over her, to show her that she’s mine and no one else’s. I grab her hips and push her against the door. It’s a roughness I know she likes. Claiming her neck with my lips, I kiss the sensitive skin soft and then hard.
As we move together, every touch, every kiss is a declaration. I want to mark her as mine and show her that our connection runs deeper than anything she could have with Declan or anyone else.
“Cecilia,” Dani protests softly, knowing she could be around.
A part of me wants to fuck Dani right here in the foyer. The other part wants me to take this upstairs. “I don’t care,” I whisper fiercely against her skin. “I need you now.”
My hands roam her body, my touch conveying my desire, my need to show her how deeply I want her. I feel an urgent need to affirm our connection, to prove I’m the only one she will ever need.
The intensity of my feelings surprises even me. As I pull her closer, feeling her body respond to mine, I’m consumed.
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As Adam unzips my dress in the foyer, all I can think about is that I started this. When I slid onto his lap in the car, I didn’t care about the audience. I don’t need to care about it now. But I’m distracted. I can only imagine what the professionals would say about me using sex as a way to not think about how I was just fucking crying over a memory that was long forgotten and triggered by a painting. How sex is the answer to feeling overwhelmed. How sex is how I can feel control.
“Adam,” I breathe as he unbuttons the halter, and my dress falls to the floor. I step out of it, in heels and lingerie.
“Fuck, do I love you like this,” he grumbles.
“Being an emotional wreck?”
He glares, unamused with my humor.
I roll my eyes, and his palm lands on my neck, pushing me into the door. “Don’t be a brat tonight. I don’t want that.”
“What do you want then?” I ask with an edge.
“I want to be your sole focus.” He nudges my legs apart with his foot. “The only thing you’re thinking about.” He kisses my neck as his hands explore my body, grabbing my chest. “Think about how I touch you. Think about how I fuck you. Think about how I’ll give you anything you fucking want without question.”
I melt into the door as his fingers dive into my panties.
“Perfect,” he breathes, feeling how wet I am. “Relax. Enjoy how much I love you. Enjoy how I love to spoil you.”
I close my eyes, giving in to him. His fingers are teasing, caressing my walls, building me up. His lips gently kiss me, moving from my lips to my neck to my chest. When he sucks my nipple, a small moan escapes.
“I love your noises,” he whispers, then flicks his tongue around my ear. “But not as much as I love your taste.” Adam releases his hand from my neck and falls to his knees.
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As my lips trace the curve of her hip, each kiss is a deliberate claim. I want to show her with my mouth how much she means to me, how she’s the only one I see, the only one I want. Licking and kissing her stomach, my heart races and I pray Cecilia does not find us.And so what if she does.I have no plan on stopping.
“Why do you love me?” I demand, pressing my question with the intensity of my gaze up at her.
Dani’s big hazel eyes look down at me. “Um …”
Hesitation?This only fuels my desire to affirm what we are.
“Bad girl.” I pull her panties partially down in a fast motion and flip her around, pressing her chest into the door. “The next time I ask you that,” I say firmly into her ear, “there better not be a pause.”
Taking a handful of her ass, I squeeze it before spanking it hard. She exhales loudly, and I kiss her cheek.
“Why do you love me?” I grab her hips, turning her to face me.
