Fashionably Hotter Than Hell: Book Six, The Hot Damned Series by Robyn Peterman
Authors: Robyn Peterman
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Paul. Go shower and think about what I've said. Tomorrow at eleven again?"
"I will be here, sir. Thank you." He bowed to me and then checked in with his Princess. With a few quietly exchanged words and a quick nod, he left the training room.
Raquel stood and watched me. Her eyes strayed from my face to my body. Color suffused her cheeks and I could scent her desire. Suddenly Astrid's shirtless directive seemed like a brilliant idea—not that I would ever admit that to my cousin. She'd become a bossy monster.
"Are you ready?" I inquired, meaning so much more than the simple question.
"I'm always ready," she said calmly. "P.S.—I like my arm. You remove it again and you lose your head."
"Noted." I grinned and bowed to her. "I'm not guaranteeing that I won't go for your overactive middle finger."
"This one?" she asked as she flipped me off with a grin on her face.
I chuckled and willed my dick to stay asleep. "Yep, that's the one."
"Oh shit," Astrid shouted.
"Shit," Samuel yelled with joy.
"Sammy," Astrid reprimanded him. "Shit is a filthy fucking word. We don't say shitty words like that. You got it?"
"Yep, Mommy. Me got it."
"It's the Baby Demons teaching him that crap," she muttered as she stood up and headed for the door.
"Crap," Sammy shouted and lifted his middle finger to me and Raquel.
"Oh Hell no," Raquel whispered in horror as she watched him wave his chunky little birdie finger all over the place.
"Where are you going?" I called after Astrid as she hightailed it out of the gym.
"I forgot I had a meeting with the motherfucking wedding planner at noon. I'll be back when I can. Don't you two do anything I wouldn't do," she shouted as she left the room.
Well, that certainly didn't leave much.
"Motherfucking," Sammy squealed as they exited the facility.
We stared at each other in silence. Her beauty humbled me. I wanted her to stay. I wanted to throw her to the floor and kiss her senseless. However, that was not the gentlemanly thing to do.
Fuck. What would Astrid do? Grinning at the absurd thought of taking advice from my insane cousin, I decided to stick to the plan already made.
“You still want to fight?" I asked Raquel.
"Sure. I would love to kick your ass," she purred.
"I'd love to bite yours," I shot back.
"If you win, I'll let you… but if I win you have to do my bidding for a day."
Holy Hell—either way I won. "That works for me, Princess.”
“Excellent, my bathroom is filthy,” she purred with an evil smile.
I chuckled and shrugged. She was full of it. The cleaning staff at the compound was outstanding. Her effort to rile me was moot.
“Show me what you got."
"My pleasure," she said as she centered herself and took a defensive stance on the mat.
"No. Trust me—the pleasure is mine."
All mine.
Chapter 6
I was inclined to go easy on her. My mistake.
"After last night I thought I wouldn't see much of you anymore," she said as she violently kicked my legs out from beneath me and tried to pin me.
"You thought wrong," I shot back as I flipped her to her back and held her immobile.
Her body beneath mine was a temptation almost impossible to ignore. However, her need to best me or tear a limb from my body made me push all thoughts of stripping and fucking her to the back of my brain.
"Can we use magic?" she asked as she twisted and attempted to pull free.
"Nope."
Her hips were in line with mine and I could have sworn she was grinding herself against me. Son of a bitch.
"Are you cheating?" I whispered in her ear. Her breasts were smashed against my bare chest and the evidence of my arousal was impossible to miss.
"Possibly," she whispered back with a soft giggle. "Is it working?"
Pressing my erection against her stomach and nipping at her earlobe was my answer. Her groan almost set me on fire. Next move was
"I will be here, sir. Thank you." He bowed to me and then checked in with his Princess. With a few quietly exchanged words and a quick nod, he left the training room.
Raquel stood and watched me. Her eyes strayed from my face to my body. Color suffused her cheeks and I could scent her desire. Suddenly Astrid's shirtless directive seemed like a brilliant idea—not that I would ever admit that to my cousin. She'd become a bossy monster.
"Are you ready?" I inquired, meaning so much more than the simple question.
"I'm always ready," she said calmly. "P.S.—I like my arm. You remove it again and you lose your head."
"Noted." I grinned and bowed to her. "I'm not guaranteeing that I won't go for your overactive middle finger."
"This one?" she asked as she flipped me off with a grin on her face.
I chuckled and willed my dick to stay asleep. "Yep, that's the one."
"Oh shit," Astrid shouted.
"Shit," Samuel yelled with joy.
"Sammy," Astrid reprimanded him. "Shit is a filthy fucking word. We don't say shitty words like that. You got it?"
"Yep, Mommy. Me got it."
"It's the Baby Demons teaching him that crap," she muttered as she stood up and headed for the door.
"Crap," Sammy shouted and lifted his middle finger to me and Raquel.
"Oh Hell no," Raquel whispered in horror as she watched him wave his chunky little birdie finger all over the place.
"Where are you going?" I called after Astrid as she hightailed it out of the gym.
"I forgot I had a meeting with the motherfucking wedding planner at noon. I'll be back when I can. Don't you two do anything I wouldn't do," she shouted as she left the room.
Well, that certainly didn't leave much.
"Motherfucking," Sammy squealed as they exited the facility.
We stared at each other in silence. Her beauty humbled me. I wanted her to stay. I wanted to throw her to the floor and kiss her senseless. However, that was not the gentlemanly thing to do.
Fuck. What would Astrid do? Grinning at the absurd thought of taking advice from my insane cousin, I decided to stick to the plan already made.
“You still want to fight?" I asked Raquel.
"Sure. I would love to kick your ass," she purred.
"I'd love to bite yours," I shot back.
"If you win, I'll let you… but if I win you have to do my bidding for a day."
Holy Hell—either way I won. "That works for me, Princess.”
“Excellent, my bathroom is filthy,” she purred with an evil smile.
I chuckled and shrugged. She was full of it. The cleaning staff at the compound was outstanding. Her effort to rile me was moot.
“Show me what you got."
"My pleasure," she said as she centered herself and took a defensive stance on the mat.
"No. Trust me—the pleasure is mine."
All mine.
Chapter 6
I was inclined to go easy on her. My mistake.
"After last night I thought I wouldn't see much of you anymore," she said as she violently kicked my legs out from beneath me and tried to pin me.
"You thought wrong," I shot back as I flipped her to her back and held her immobile.
Her body beneath mine was a temptation almost impossible to ignore. However, her need to best me or tear a limb from my body made me push all thoughts of stripping and fucking her to the back of my brain.
"Can we use magic?" she asked as she twisted and attempted to pull free.
"Nope."
Her hips were in line with mine and I could have sworn she was grinding herself against me. Son of a bitch.
"Are you cheating?" I whispered in her ear. Her breasts were smashed against my bare chest and the evidence of my arousal was impossible to miss.
"Possibly," she whispered back with a soft giggle. "Is it working?"
Pressing my erection against her stomach and nipping at her earlobe was my answer. Her groan almost set me on fire. Next move was
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