“Why. Not?”
“I already told you.”
“So tell me again.”
I grip both her hips, lifting her onto an empty space of the island counter. I bunch up the edge of the ACDC T-shirt, revealing those red lace panties, all the while ignoring the voice in the back of my head telling me to stop this before it goes too far.
“Because if I come inside that sweet pussy of yours, I’llownyou. Not just for the terms of the contract. Indefinitely.”
Her eyes flare in what I can only interpret as shock.
“I’m not a possession.”
“That’s why I’m not going to fuck you, Kayleigh Kingston.” I spread her thighs open wide, pressing my palms hard into her skin. “Because you are so much more than a prize to be bought. A possession to own.” I drag a knuckle against the soft, damp fabric of her panties, reveling in her whimper of pleasure. “And I’m a selfish man who would claim you and never let you go.”
“Elliot,” she gasps, rolling those hips against my touch.
“No, I won’tfuckyou. I won’t drain my cock inside your juicy pussy because you deserve better than me.” I press both palms to the inside of her thighs, digging my thumbs into the soft flesh on either side of the red lace, tugging her pussy lips apart. “But Iwillmake you come, sweetheart.” I stroke two rough fingers against the wet fabric, applying pressure against her clit. “I’ll make you come so hard your head fucking spins right off its axis.”
“If I come, you come,” she insists, reaching for my cock once more.
I swat her hand away.
“Is that what you want, Kay?”
She whimpers.
“Do you want me to come all over these naughty little panties of yours?”
“Yes,” she pants.
I pull my cock free from my boxers and line it up with her panty-covered clit. She cups her hand around my shaft, grinding me against her like I’m one of her toys. I dig my thumbs into her flesh, pulling those precious pussy lips apart. She wraps her legs around my waist, anchoring me to her with her ankles locked.
“Elliot,” she gasps as her climax hits in a sudden, savage wave.
“Fuck me.” Hot ropes of cum erupt from my cock, covering her panties, her thighs, and the edges of my T-shirt as her heels dig into my ass.
When she finally catches her breath, she flicks her deep blue gaze to mine, a sultry glint in those eyes as she asks, “You want to keep these panties too?”
CHAPTER 7
KAYLEIGH
“I need my keys,”I insist the next morning, which is really only a couple of hours after Elliot came all over my panties in this same kitchen. If I wasn’t so certain he’d turn me down, I’d try to tempt him with a repeat. But the man is very dedicated to his ranch, and I’m not trying to distract him from something he’s passionate about.
Unlike his dipshit son was determined to keep me so distracted from my passion that I nearly failed my evidence-based medicine course.
“No.”
“But I need to get Christmas presents.” The day after tomorrow, I’ll be boarding a plane empty-handed. Unless Elliot lets up on his stupid lockdown policy and lets me make a trip into town to do some shopping.
“I told you, Kayleigh. You want your money, you’re to stay on this ranch until you board your flight. Those are my terms.”
“So, I’m a prisoner?”
“What the fuck? No, you’re not a prisoner.”
“Sure sounds like it.”
