Page 38 of The C Agreement

I lifted my head and watched her blink up at me.

“Lie back on the bed.” My voice was huskier than it had been ten minutes ago.

“But I thought we were—I thought I was going to—”

I dropped my chin. “What did I tell you about listening to me?”

Rather than answer, she sat on the edge of the bed and lay down.

“Knees up.”

As soon as her thighs were parted, I ran my knuckle over her underwear. They were damp, but not enough.

I leaned over her and kissed her again until I felt her body relax. Then, I kissed down her neck until I got to her chest, where I had somehow missed the red area on the inside of her breast.

I smiled. “My bite is still there.”

When having a series of one-night stands, even if some of them were repeats, I always made sure to never leave any reminders of myself on women. I loved that I got to mark Rayne whenever, however I wanted. In fact, I liked that she thought of me when she saw the bite.

It was such a sudden turn-on that I was worried I was going to come if I so much as moved a centimeter.

I took a couple of deep breaths and brushed my lips over the mark. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. I mean, kind of. But I liked it.”

I looked up to her face. “You are constantly surprising me.”

She laughed. “How so?”

“I don’t know. I guess I didn’t think you’d be into pain, for one.”

“I mean, if you bring out whips and chains, I’m going to say no. But if you want to tie me up and have your way with me, I’m game.”

Closing my eyes, I dropped my head to her chest. “Rayne?”

“What?”

“No more talking, or we’re never going to get to your lesson.”

When she didn’t respond, I lifted my head.

She rolled her lips inward to show me she would be quiet.

“You must really want that lesson,” I whispered.

She nodded, and excitement filled her eyes.

Rayne was killing me. I was supposed to be turning her on, not the other way around.

Refocusing my thoughts, I sucked a nipple into my mouth, harder than I needed to. I didn’t know if I was testing the pain thing with her or if I was punishing her for making me almost lose my head. But she moaned and dug her nails into my scalp.

After both her nipples were hard and swollen, I stood back to test her readiness. I slipped my forefinger under the crotch of her panties and skimmed her lips.

“Perfect,” I told her and pulled her gift out of my pocket.

“What’s that?” she asked.

I lifted it up to show her what I was holding. It was a wearable G-spot and clitoral vibrator that almost matched her underwear in color.

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