His expression shifts, confusion giving way to something that looks almost like anger. “Thanks. But no, I don’t do pity fucks because I don’t do pity.” He steps closer again, backing me against the counter, his eyes blazing. “I am going to fuck you right now even though I absolutely should not because I’ve been staring at your beautiful ass for two days straight, and I can’t concentrate on shit because all I can think about is fucking it.”
Beautiful?
“Um, I don’t do anal anymore.” I squeeze out from between him and the sink.
“Why not? Ionlydo anal.” He sounds genuinely baffled.
“Bad experiences in the past. Nothing traumatic. Just…” I shrug. “It wasn’t that great, honestly.”
“That’s because you haven’t had your ass fucked by this dick, princess.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me and I can’t help but laugh.
“Very tempting, but I’ll pass.” I slip past him, heading toward the linen closet. “I can get you some fresh blankets for the couch.”
He grins at me, all confidence, and walks straight to my bedroom, stretching out on my bed like he owns it. “You can sleep on the couch if you want to, but I’m not. Your couch sucks.”
I blink at him from the doorway. “Um, this is a double bed, and we’re a little too big to—”
“Suit yourself.” He sits up and strips his shirt off, revealing tanned skin and defined muscle. Then he shimmies his pants off, tossing them to the floor, leaving only his boxer briefs, and oh my God the outline of his cock is—
“Sure you don’t want to take me up on my offer?” He catches me looking. Of course he catches me looking.
I purse my lips, trying to school my features into something resembling composure even though my pussy is literally throbbin. I turn away from him and pick up his clothes. “Thank you, no. But I’m not sleeping on the couch. I have to open in the morning, so I need to get good sleep tonight.”
“Damn those shorts aren’t hiding a fucking thing. Did you wear those for me?”
I glance over my shoulder to see his gaze anchored to my ass, and the way he’s staring at me makes me feel bold. “Maybe.”
He growls—actually growls—low and appreciative, and the sound shoots straight between my legs. I crawl onto my half of the bed, turning on my side away from him, and pull the covers up to my chin.
“Goodnight, Vin.”
The bed dips as he rolls my way and suddenly the covers are ripped off, leaving me exposed. “You’re really going to tease me with that fat ass of yours all night and not let me fuck it?”
I roll over to face him, raising an eyebrow. “Fat? Maybe you haven’t heard, but women don’t love being called fat.”
“Princess, I said your ass was fat. And it is.” He reaches out and smacks it hard, and I yelp at the sharp sting. “It leaves the room three full seconds after you do. Fuck, and the perfect amount of jiggle to it when it’s slapped.”
He groans like he’s in pain and slides down behind me, his hard cock prodding insistent against my ass. He grips my hip so hard it hurts, fingers digging in, and I suck in a sharp breath.
“Vincenzo. I said ‘no.’” My voice is quiet, firm, and I don’t look at him.
“Are you mad because I said your ass was fat? It’s a compliment, you know. Especially from me. I have been with a lot of women, a LOT of women, and not one of them had an ass anywhere near as amazing as yours.”
“Very…flattering, but I need to sleep.” I pull the covers back over me, creating a barrier between us.
He sighs and rolls over on his back, one arm tucked behind his head. “‘No’ is not something I hear very often,” he grumbles.
“It’s character building. Goodnight.” I turn off the light and snuggle into the blankets, trying to ignore the heat of him beside me, the way the mattress dips toward his weight, pulling me closer.
There’s a click as he turns on the TV.
I sigh. “What are you doing?”
“I’m not tired, so I’m watching TV for a minute.”
“I can’t sleep with the TV on.”
“I figured you’d prefer that over me jerking off on your ass. It’s one or the other, princess.”
