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“I’m still your bad girl,” I murmured against his lips.
I felt more than saw his smile. “You’realwaysmy bad girl.”
I pulled back slightly so I could meet his dark eyes. “You aren’t going to fuck my ass, are you?”
He arched a brow. “I shouldn’t.”
I frowned. “Why?” Had I done something wrong? Did I turn him off? “Did I–”
“Because you’re gonna like it too fucking much. It’s not punishment if you’re begging for it. I should leave you on the edge all night instead.”
I shook my head. “No. You definitely shouldn’t do that. I want this with you,” I admitted. “You’re the only one who can bring me to my knees.”
He cupped my cheek, then, with a hand between my breasts, pushed me back. I flopped onto the bed and he came down over me, his hand beside my head.
I looked up into his gorgeous, rugged face. “That’s right, love. You submit to me because you know I’ll always take care of you.”
I brought my hand up to his cheek, felt the rasp of his whiskers against my palm, knew what that goatee felt like against my thighs. I saw the ring on my finger, simple with a ring of inset diamonds around it. With this design, I could wear it all the time, not worrying about a big setting gettingsnagged on something and I could wear it working the ranch or racing. It was perfect and it showed just how much Beau understood me. He wouldn’t give me a symbol of our love that held me back.
It was a sign that he was always right there with me, setting me free.
He pushed back to standing, shoved down his jeans and boxers in one go, his huge dick–God, I still couldn’t believe that fit in me–springing free.
“Still wet for me, love?” he asked, going to my bedside table. “Bad girl like you has got to have some toys in here.”
My cheeks heated and he must’ve noticed because he grinned, then opened the top drawer.
I bit my lip as he pulled out a bright purple dildo and held it up. “Won’t need this any longer.” He tossed it back in the drawer. Then he grabbed the small bottle of lube I kept there. Held it up.
I covered my face with my hand, embarrassed.
“What, love, do you have this for?”
I felt and heard the plastic container land on the bed beside me.
Then he moved my hand away and his face was right there again. Hovering. “I know it’s not for your pussy because it’s dripping.”
“I like–” I cut myself off, swallowed.
“Hmm?” he prodded. “You work that dildo in your ass, love?”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “They came from a bachelorette party favor bag. I… I wanted to try it and–”
I couldn’t say more. Couldn’t believe I was admitting this kink aloud. I’d only done it once, but it was something I thought about. How had he known?
“I’ll give you what you need, love. That’s my job now.”
I stilled. He wasn’t laughing. Shaming. I didn’t have to hide it or anything from him. So I licked my lips and nodded.
Then he growled and pounced.
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BEAU
Lainey Wilder was perfect.She was gonna make my life hell, but I couldn’t imagine it any other way. I expected her to be as wild in bed as she was out, but she was constantly surprising me. Lots of people were interested, or at least curious, with anal. It didn’t surprise me that she was. If she liked that, then I wondered what other kinks she wanted to try.
My dick ached to find out.
