Page 164 of Season of Seduction

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She ended up naked.

Right now, she was lying on her back, her hands over her head and her fingers curled around the upper edge of the mattress as ordered. Her body had a light sheen of oil on it, thanks to Jeremy’s talented hands. Her legs were spread, and she was waiting for him—the sneaky card shark—to come back into the room with the candles he was going to use on her.

Wax play. What the hell had she been thinking agreeing to that as a winner-takes-all kind of thing? He’d made it sound forbidden but tempting and he’d told her, as he had at every turn in these crazy few days, that she could say red and he’d stop. Immediately. She trusted him to keep his word, and she trusted him not to be lying about how much she’d enjoy it.

She was going for it.

He came in the room and put a few things down on the bed, then got on his knees between her spread thighs. “Shit, you look sexy like this. Where’s my camera?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t even think—”

“Hey, you can’t blame a guy for trying, as hot as you look.” He reached over, scooped something off the bed, and held it up.

It was a slim white candle, and her jaw dropped. “Is that a Hanukkah candle? Because that...I don’t know about that.”

He grinned. “No, but it’s where I got the idea. I saw your candles on your counter the other day, and I found this in the kitchen drawer when I was getting our snack ready earlier. It’s an emergency candle. Similar kind of wax. Good for beginners.”

“Um, yay?”

“You’ll see.” He lit one of the candles and tilted it over his own lightly-oiled stomach, holding it steady until melted wax dripped down onto his skin. She watched him carefully as he sucked in shallow breaths while he moved it back and forth. He did that for a few minutes until his abs were covered with rivulets of wax and his eyes changed from blue to green. A bulge tented his flannel pants, and when he spoke, his voice was thick. “Ready?”

God, yes. He looked like he’d loved that, and watching his stomach quiver had made her own skin grow hot and tight. “I...yes.”

“Don’t let go of the bed,” he warned, and then he tilted the candle directly over her stomach.

The wax hit it with a soft plop and it took a moment for the sting to register. She gasped, but before she could process it, he let another fall, and another, and another. He moved the candle back and forth as he’d done to himself, and soon she was writhing on the bed, arching her back up to meet the wax as it fell, but she never took her hands off the mattress.

“You good, kitten?”

“Please don’t stop.” She kept saying those words over and over again, in her head or out loud, she didn’t know. The sensation was like nothing she’d ever felt, and she had no idea why those little points of fleeting pain made her so very wet, but they did.

He laughed lightly. “Ready for a little more heat?”

She arched up at his words, even though he hadn’t done anything different yet.

His voice was a low rumble. “I guess so. Close your eyes, babe. And I want you to keep them closed.”

Her eyes fluttered shut and then he leaned forward and kissed her stomach, swirling his tongue in her belly button. There was a moment of nothing, and then—

“Oh, God!” Hot wax fell on her nipple and her back bowed, but Jeremy’s hand kept her from coming off the bed. She squeezed her eyes and her hands closed at the same time as another stream of wax hit her other breast. Air leaked from her lungs in a long hiss.

“Incredible, kitten. You look fucking incredible decorated in wax.” He played for a while, dripping it on different spots on her body until her mind was screaming for more, anything, everything.

And then, without warning, he entered her with his fingers, pumping them fast as he dripped wax across her lower belly, making her stomach muscles clench. Her hands slipped free of the mattress and she leaned up. Wax hit her mound and she screamed, coming hard around the fingers still inside her.

She came for what felt like forever, crude words tumbling from her mouth, as she begged Jeremy to fuck her, to take her, to make her his.

“Not yet,” he murmured, stroking her gently, lying down beside her and pulling her close. “I’m still not done with you. Not by a long shot.”

Her emotions were high and she wanted to cry but she wasn’t sure why. She wanted him now, but difficult as it was, she decided not to push. He’d given her so much already today, had proven to her time and again that he wasn’t like Sam, that he wouldn’t make her regret speaking her mind and sharing her deepest, darkest desires. She shoved aside all the noise in her brain and instead lay with her head on his chest, her body feeling like it had been cut free from the earth, floating.

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Jeremy pulled into Becca’s driveway and turned off his car. It had been four fantastic days, and he hadn’t wanted to leave their private cabin hideaway. And now that they were here, at her house, he didn’t want to go home by himself either, but he had work tomorrow.

They got out of the car and he held out his hand. “After you.”

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