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My eyes meet hers in the mirror. Her face is flushed, eyes dilated and glassy. I reach around and cup her right breast, squeezing and pulling her back up against my chest.
“Bad girl,” I whisper in her ear, and she lets out the cutest little moan.
I have to fuck her. As in, I’m going to die if I don’t get my cock inside her now. I need to own her completely. Punish her with the roughest fucking of her life until she screams my name and learns I’m the only male who will ever crack her fucking code. Then I’ll start over again, slowly. Lick the pain away. Make her come over and over again until she weeps.
But I don’t trust my control around her, so I settle for flipping her back around, picking her up by waist, and plunking her down to sit on the counter. “Did you like your spanking, baby?”
“Y-yes.”
I love her honesty. I shove her knees apart and bring my thumb to the seam of her jeans, right over her pussy.
She arches into me and catches my shoulders, her head falling back. “Jackson…” she whispers.
I push the hard fold of fabric into her seam, rubbing up to her clit.
She jerks and lets out a needy cry. Her fingers come down and cover my hand, urging me to give her more.
My mental faculties slip away. I yank open the button of her jeans and lower the zipper, parting the two sides.
Matching panties. Red lace, like the bra. I knew it.
My satisfaction is short-lived because a storm of rage blows hot on its heels. “Who’s seen you in these, baby?”
“Wh-what?”
“Who has seen you in these cute-as-hell panties?” I get right in her face, teeth showing. “Who do you wear these for?”
She pushes at my shoulders, but, of course, I don’t budge. Human female strength against shifter alpha male? No comparison. “What gives, Jackson?” There’s real fear in her eyes, and it drops me like bullet. The flash of anger evaporates, replaced by the need to soothe and protect my female.
Shit. I already consider her my female.
I lean my forehead against hers. “Sorry,” I murmur. “Is it wrong to want to kill the guy you bought those for?”
She lets out a shaky laugh. “You’re crazy.”
Because I’m a stubborn bastard, I wait, still wanting her to answer my question.
“No one’s seen them,” she mutters.
Holy hell, is she blushing? Maybe she’s more innocent than I thought.
“No one?” I’m unable to keep the incredulousness out of my tone.
She pushes again, but I’m back to my original purpose. With an arm wrapped around her waist, I pull her off the counter to stand, and delve my fingers into her pants and panties.
Hell, yes.
The moist heat of her core slicks my finger, sending a kick of lust through me so strong I have to drag in a sharp breath.
“Jackson.”
“Yeah.” She can call my name with that husky voice anytime.
I rub my middle finger along her weeping slit, spreading moisture up to the swollen bud of her clit.
I’m still pondering the blush. Is she embarrassed she hasn’t been with anyone recently? Considering the way she clings to my neck and moans the moment I touch her perfect little pussy, I think that’s a distinct possibility.
Some ridiculous male pride surges through me. I’m going to be the one to satisfy her. I force myself to slow down as I circle her clit, my free hand slipping around to grab her ass and pull her pelvis closer.
She grinds down over my finger.
“Greedy girl,” I murmur. If I had her panties off, I would have spanked her pussy, but the fit’s too tight.
Her breath stutters as I screw one finger inside her tight channel. I work the heel of my hand against her clit.
She rises up on her tiptoes and claws the back of my neck, fingernails scoring me like a female shifter marks her mate. My teeth sharpen in my mouth, and I clamp my lips closed to keep from marking her, myself.
Her pelvis undulates forward and back in greedy thrusts.
I work a second finger inside her. “You’re so. Damn. Tight.”
She stiffens slightly, even though I meant it as a compliment, but I stroke her inner wall and hit her G-spot.
Her muscles squeeze, and she grows even wetter. “Fuck… no… I mean, yes. Oh please!” She hangs from my neck, her breasts pressed into me as she pumps her hips over my fingers.
I feel like a pubescent wolf, ready to come in my pants. But this is for her-not me. I thrust in and out of her, letting my knuckles bump with force until she squeals and clamps her inner thighs together. Her internal muscles contract, and she comes all over my fingers in the hottest display of female orgasm I’ve ever seen.
I did that. My wolf grins with satisfaction.
When her orgasm fades, I ease my fingers out and claim her mouth, prying her lips open with my tongue. I wrap a hand around the base of her head to hold it hostage and plunder, command her to submit.
She does. She opens for me, presses her killer body against mine, kisses me back.
Damn.
With great effort, I break off the kiss.
She gazes up at me, beautifully disheveled from the rain and my assault. “Does this mean we’re square?” She sounds breathless.
“Not even close, baby. You owe me, and I intend to collect.”
Her gaze drops to my stiffy. “How?” She doesn’t wait for the answer, but sinks to her knees.
The creak of a floorboard in the hallway makes me curse inwardly. I yank her back to her feet before we give Sam a show. Why in the hell didn’t I shut the bathroom door?
Although the sound is soft enough I thought she’d miss it, Kylie startles, craning her neck to see around my shoulder. Every cell in my body screams for me to reach for the door knob, shut the door and tell her to please continue.
But no-Kylie is human. And my employee. Because I am keeping her on, where I can watch her.
Keep your enemies closer.
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Forcing restraint, I pull a clean towel from the cabinet and toss it to her. “Get in the shower and warm up. I’ll find you some dry clothes.”
I turn her around and propel her toward the shower stall, delivering another smack to her heart-shaped ass.
She makes a low purring sound in her throat and looks over her shoulder with heat.
I bite back a groan. It takes all my willpower to turn around and walk out, shutting the door behind me.