to before, but if he knows you’re primed and ready, he might stage a coup.”
“Stop it!” I yell, smacking the couch cushion in frustration. I’m a heartbeat away from hitting him. “Do you realize how crazy this sounds, that you’re jealous of yourself ?”
His eyes close and he leans back, rubs his forehead like he has a headache. “We should be going soon.”
“No.” I surprise us both with the word. So far in our relationship I’ve been tagging along for the ride, content to sit back and let Connor steer the ship. But it’s time for me to take a stand.
He scowls at me. “No?” One would think no one ever contradicted his edicts before. If I wasn’t so sexually frustrated, it might have been funny.
Standing, I reach for the hemline of my sundress. Before I can overthink my actions, I pull the fabric up over my head and toss it on the couch. My hands are shaking as I reach for the tie to my bathing suit top, but I don’t give myself time to back out as I bare my breasts to him for what is essentially the first time.
His pupils dilate and I give him credit for tearing his gaze away from my chest long enough to look at my face. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“I want you, Connor.” It’s the absolute truth. I do want him, more than I ever imagined I could. “You didn’t make love to me last night and I let that one slide, but we’re not leaving here until I’ve been thoroughly satisfied.”
Those beautiful, masculine lips curve up as I push the bottom half of my bathing suit down past my knees, letting gravity take it from there. Stepping out of the garment I ask, “Do you have a condom handy?”
He doesn’t answer me, his eyes are too busy exploring every inch of my body. He’s so different this way, so much more reserved and his scrutiny makes me nervous. Connor the dominant likes my body, but will his reserved personality feel the same?
“You make me unsure of myself.” Again with the blurting random thoughts out loud. Maybe I have Tourette’s Syndrome.
His head snaps up and he reaches for my hand, tugging me closer, until I’m straddling him. “How so?”
I lick my lips, mulling over exactly what I need to say. The last thing I want to do is offend him again. “You’re so…passive when you are like this. As though you don’t care one way or the other if we have sex.”
“Oh, I care. Believe me, Baily. I care very much.” His hand skims the length of my body, from hip to shoulder and back. “I’m just not used to being aggressive with women. I’ve never bothered to actually pursue one.”
That sounds so strange to me, until I remember I’m dealing with Connor Edge, the renowned playboy. “Women usually seduce you?”
“Of course.” His arrogance is justly deserved. He’s handsome, sexy and filthy rich. He probably has to beat women back with a stick every time he walks down the street. He is like a pasha, having his pick from a modern day harem of beauties.
The thought makes me scowl and his thumb follows the downturn of my mouth. “None of that now. You break the mold in so many ways, Baily. You are worth pursuit. The flaw is mine in not knowing how.”
His hands curve around my backside where he squeezes my ass. “You’ve been doing just fine.” I mumble as his lips follow the ridge of my collarbone. There’s something so decadent about being naked in his lap when he’s fully dressed. “No more talking now, we just ruin things when we talk.”
His grin is a shade wicked. “Then I better put my mouth to better use.”
Tipping me back, he latches on to one pebbled nipple, scraping his teeth lightly over the throbbing peak.
“Yes,” I gasp when one hand slides over my ass in a sinful caress, before delving two fingers into my saturated pussy from behind. Lifting my hips, I ride the digits, shoving them deeper inside my greedy channel, chasing release.
With one final lick, he lets go of the tormented nipple. I shiver as cool air surrounds
“Stop it!” I yell, smacking the couch cushion in frustration. I’m a heartbeat away from hitting him. “Do you realize how crazy this sounds, that you’re jealous of yourself ?”
His eyes close and he leans back, rubs his forehead like he has a headache. “We should be going soon.”
“No.” I surprise us both with the word. So far in our relationship I’ve been tagging along for the ride, content to sit back and let Connor steer the ship. But it’s time for me to take a stand.
He scowls at me. “No?” One would think no one ever contradicted his edicts before. If I wasn’t so sexually frustrated, it might have been funny.
Standing, I reach for the hemline of my sundress. Before I can overthink my actions, I pull the fabric up over my head and toss it on the couch. My hands are shaking as I reach for the tie to my bathing suit top, but I don’t give myself time to back out as I bare my breasts to him for what is essentially the first time.
His pupils dilate and I give him credit for tearing his gaze away from my chest long enough to look at my face. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“I want you, Connor.” It’s the absolute truth. I do want him, more than I ever imagined I could. “You didn’t make love to me last night and I let that one slide, but we’re not leaving here until I’ve been thoroughly satisfied.”
Those beautiful, masculine lips curve up as I push the bottom half of my bathing suit down past my knees, letting gravity take it from there. Stepping out of the garment I ask, “Do you have a condom handy?”
He doesn’t answer me, his eyes are too busy exploring every inch of my body. He’s so different this way, so much more reserved and his scrutiny makes me nervous. Connor the dominant likes my body, but will his reserved personality feel the same?
“You make me unsure of myself.” Again with the blurting random thoughts out loud. Maybe I have Tourette’s Syndrome.
His head snaps up and he reaches for my hand, tugging me closer, until I’m straddling him. “How so?”
I lick my lips, mulling over exactly what I need to say. The last thing I want to do is offend him again. “You’re so…passive when you are like this. As though you don’t care one way or the other if we have sex.”
“Oh, I care. Believe me, Baily. I care very much.” His hand skims the length of my body, from hip to shoulder and back. “I’m just not used to being aggressive with women. I’ve never bothered to actually pursue one.”
That sounds so strange to me, until I remember I’m dealing with Connor Edge, the renowned playboy. “Women usually seduce you?”
“Of course.” His arrogance is justly deserved. He’s handsome, sexy and filthy rich. He probably has to beat women back with a stick every time he walks down the street. He is like a pasha, having his pick from a modern day harem of beauties.
The thought makes me scowl and his thumb follows the downturn of my mouth. “None of that now. You break the mold in so many ways, Baily. You are worth pursuit. The flaw is mine in not knowing how.”
His hands curve around my backside where he squeezes my ass. “You’ve been doing just fine.” I mumble as his lips follow the ridge of my collarbone. There’s something so decadent about being naked in his lap when he’s fully dressed. “No more talking now, we just ruin things when we talk.”
His grin is a shade wicked. “Then I better put my mouth to better use.”
Tipping me back, he latches on to one pebbled nipple, scraping his teeth lightly over the throbbing peak.
“Yes,” I gasp when one hand slides over my ass in a sinful caress, before delving two fingers into my saturated pussy from behind. Lifting my hips, I ride the digits, shoving them deeper inside my greedy channel, chasing release.
With one final lick, he lets go of the tormented nipple. I shiver as cool air surrounds
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