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“Stay.” It’s not a request; it’s a command.
“I promise I don’t bite unless you ask me to,” he says, his mouth suddenly very close to my ear.
“How do you even know who they are?” I ask him. “You think I didn’t notice you the second you walked into my bar?”
Not that it matters because his lips are soft and, God, I want him to keep going. I don’t care that he’s a stranger and that I met him while I was crying over my ex because this kiss is everything. This is the kiss. This is the kiss that makes you realize you’ve been missing out your entire life on having the shit kissed out of you.
“Now the last memory he has of you will be watching you melt for someone else.”
“If I dip my fingers inside of these lacey panties, am I going to find you wet for me?”
“When I tell you to do something, I expect you to listen.” She swallows. “Now I have to punish you.”
I like you like this, Holly,” he says, slipping his finger free of me. “Whimpering and desperate for me.”
“You don’t get to deny me what I want to eat. I’m hungry. Let your Daddy feast on you.”
“Sweet girl,” I moan as I kiss down her throat. “This pussy,” I say, letting my fingers move between us and tweak her clit. “This pussy is mine now.”
He’s so big I feel like I’m being split in half but in the most delicious way. He has filled me like no one else ever has. He’s addicting in every way, from the way he smells to the way he tastes. It’s like he’s my own personal brand of catnip.
“I take care of what’s mine.” My stomach does a little flip, and I shut that shit down because I just got dumped, and I’m not about to entertain the idea of catching feelings for the rebound. “And at least for tonight,” he continues. “You’re mine.”
