Fashionably Hotter Than Hell: Book Six, The Hot Damned Series by Robyn Peterman Page B

while we fucked."
     
    "You mean like in between each thrust, you ask me my favorite color or favorite board game?" she inquired with a raised brow and a smirk.
     
    "That sounds somewhat complicated," I said.
     
    "And mood killing," she added.
     
    "How about after each orgasm we ask three questions?" I bargained.
     
    "I get two and you get one?"
     
    "No, we each get three." I shook my head and grinned.
     
    "Two," she negotiated.
     
    I pretended to consider her counter, but I would have said yes to one question after every tenth orgasm. The deal was pretty damn good.
     
    "I can work with that."
     
    "My suite or yours, friend ?" she asked as she stood and offered me her hand.
     
    "Mine. I hate filthy bathrooms."
     
    She rolled her eyes and laughed like a carefree girl. "You got yourself a deal."
     
    Her laugh was music to my ears. We raced each other to the exit of the training room. I knew I'd get busted for lying at some point. I just prayed it would be after we had mated.
     
    ***
     
    "Blue," she said as she tore off her shirt and went for my pants.
     
    "My balls?" I asked as I helped her. Then I picked her up and threw her on the bed.
     
    "No, idiot, my favorite color. Yours?" Her laugh went all through me and I grinned.
     
    "Red," I said as I dove on top of her naked body. "I thought the questions were after each orgasm."
     
    My hands found her breasts and her nipples pebbled beneath my fingertips. She was fucking perfect.
     
    "I know," she said as she ran her hands up my chest and tangled her fingers in my hair, "but I realized there are some things I want to know. Can't you multitask?"
     
    She ground her hips against my erection and I saw stars. I was not going to blow my wad like a high school human—at least I hoped not.
     
    This felt different than all the times we'd fucked over the years. Normally we insulted the Hell out of each other and then screwed until we were almost for real dead. This was far better, but there was no way I was going to articulate that. She'd run.
     
    "Do you have any pets?" I asked as I ran my tongue along the underside of her breast.
     
    "Cats. Two," she said as she shuddered and arched her back, silently begging for more.
     
    I happily obliged and scraped my fangs over her firm round breasts.
     
    "You?" she whispered.
     
    "No, but I like pussies."
     
    "Oh my God," she burst out. "You suck at this."
     
    "Nope, but I can," I murmured as I took her distended nipple in my mouth and did just that.
     
    Her hiss went straight to my balls and the need to be inside her was almost debilitating, but I held back. Don't hide the fucking salami until I know more about her than just how to make her body sing.
     
    "Favorite singer?" I asked in a muffled voice due to her breast being in my mouth.
     
    "Johnny Cash," she squeaked as I nipped and then stopped.
     
    "You're kidding."
     
    "No," she snapped. "What's wrong with Johnny Cash?"
     
    "Nothing. It's just surprising," I said as I trapped her arms over her head and got nose to nose with her. "Favorite TV show?"
     
    " True Blood ." She narrowed her eyes and waited for me to jump on that one.
     
    "I'm hotter than those fuckers," I said with a smirk.
     
    "Possibly." She grinned back. "Favorite place in the world?"
     
    "Right here. Right now," I said and waited for her to make her escape.
     
    She looked away and the color in her cheeks heightened. "Too personal," she whispered. "Too fast. Hardest thing to kill?"
     
    I would play it her way because she was correct. My plan was to make her fall for me permanently, not run away again. "Trolls," I said firmly. "Or possibly Gnomes."
     
    "I haven't had the pleasure of fighting either one of those," she said as she rotated her hips beneath mine.
     
    My eyes rolled back in my head and I bit down on my lip to keep from coming. "It's not a pleasure. Trust me on that one." My lips found the spot on her neck that made her whimper.
     
    "Truth or dare?" she asked hoarsely as I made