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The moment I saw her, this creature named Courtney, I wanted her. I secretly hoped she was lost and that this was going to turn into some X-rated Hallmark in the woods scene. But no. Now I need to be professional. I need to keep my hands off her. I need to keep my dick in my pants. And I need to make her quit.
I’m not tough. But I am desperate. And sometimes, that’s the same thing.
It’s be an asshole or seduce her. So I guess I’m gonna keep being an asshole.
The urge to throw the rest of my cookie away hits me right in the sternum. And that makes anger swell within my sadness. Cookies shouldn’t go in the trash. Only men.
The words of men will not define me. The opinion of others will not destroy me.
“I don’t want to catch you flirting with other men again, Cookie.” His breath is hot against my ear, and it takes everything in me to stay upright. “Say, yes, sir.”
“I called you Cookie for two reasons. And neither of them had anything to do with the shape of your perfect fucking body.” He takes a step closer, finally following me. “Reason one.” He steps forward again, raising his hand and holding up one finger. “You literally threw a cookie at me. And two.” He holds up a second finger. “I call you Cookie because you’re sweet and delicate and”—he reaches out and grips one of my braids—“I want to eat you.”
Kneeling before me is the curvy goddess of my dreams, covered in my lust, gaze full of satisfied wonder. I bend down and kiss her. My taste is on her lips. And it feels like ownership.
“You unravel me, Courtney Kern. I’ve never felt more unhinged. More undone.”
