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“Not my problem.” I want to reach out and pull her to me. Put my arms around her body. Tell her everything is going to be okay. That nobody is ever going to hurt her and that I’m sorry, and I’ll make it up to her and that more than anything in the whole fucking world, I need to taste her. But some things I just can’t do, and signing that goddamn will is one of them. “You should go.”
“And what if I don’t?” she asks, looking up at me through thick, black lashes. “What if I stay right here?”
I clench my fists at my side and step close to her. She doesn’t back away. Her perfect round globes rise and fall in time with her breathing. Hypnotizing me. Drawing me to them like a siren on a rock in the sea during a storm. “You do what you have to, Vamp. Just make sure you don’t get in my way.”
She puts her hands on her hips and steps forward. Our bodies are so close they’re almost touching. “You mean, like this?”
“Yes.”
“And what happens if I get in your way, Lynx? Are you going to punish me?”
“You’re playing a dangerous game here, little girl. Turn around now and go back home.”
“No.” She reaches out and runs a finger along my forearm. Slowly. Her eyes locked on mine the whole time.
My balls clench. My cock turns as hard as a diamond.
This woman’ playing with me, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
Maybe if I fuck her, if I get her out of my system, I'll get her out my home, too.
“I’m warning you,” I growl.
“Good.” She steps up onto her tiptoes. Her lips graze against my cheek. “But, I’m not leaving until I get what I want, Lynx. You can punish me all you like… who knows, maybe I’ll enjoy it.”
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Rachel
A low gruntemits from between Lynx’s lips. He’s like a bear. A big, sexy bear with deep blue eyes and a chiseled jaw, and a thick, musky, masculine scent that’s driving me wild.
He grabs me by the back of my neck. Our lips press against each other.
“You taste so fucking good,” he purrs.
I don’t know what the heck I’m doing. But, I love it.
“Fuck me,” I moan.
I’ve spent so long working. All day. Every day. Constantly putting in the billable hours. Trying to impress my bosses. Working tirelessly towards a goal I set for myself as a teenager. To be a success. To be a kick-ass lawyer. To make tons of money and live in a plush penthouse apartment with a wardrobe full of designer clothes and a safe full of diamond necklaces and gold earrings and hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of jewelry.
To have a baby one day, and to give him or her the kind of life I always dreamed about when growing up.
But fuck me, if it isn’t a difficult goal to accomplish. Turns out I’m not the only one who wants those things. I’m not the only one willing to work themselves into an early grave to stand out from the pack.
If my bosses found out I was kissing Lynx, I’d probably get fired. But it feels so good to finally let loose. So right. Like Lynx and I are made for each other, and all my life has been leading up to this moment. Like, after he’s through with me, maybe my life will never be the same again.
“Damn, Vamp. Why’d you have to be so fucking sexy.”
He picks me up like I weigh less than a teacup. I wrap my legs around his waist. The feel of his hands against my skin has the little ball of nerves between my legs throbbing and flashing like the lights on a police car. A feeling this good should be illegal.
Normally, I’d never be this forward with a man. But there’s something about Lynx that brings out my wild side.
Maybe it’s the way he looks at me.
Normally hot guys just look straight past me. Straight to the skinny, Instagram model-looking woman with the perfectly symmetrical face and the gorgeous, white shining smile.
Or maybe it’s the fact I’m up here in the mountains. With him. Alone. Nobody around to see us.
