His throaty words send chills through my flesh. “Here’s the thing about me, Lexi. Your crazy doesn’t scare me off. It turns me on.”
Like he just spit some dirty filth in my ear, my body responds by surging closer to the finish line, pleasure winding through my nerve cells as he brings me nearer the edge I’m so desperate to fall over.
“Fight me all you want to,” he growls into my ear, his free arm banded around my stomach, holding me to him so I feel just what I do to him. “I can’t wait to show you exactly how much I like it when you let your crazy out.”
I can barely form a sentence with the release he’s so close to wringing from me, but I manage to get it out between sharp pants. “Are you really calling me crazy right now?”
“You’re the one getting off on it,” he murmurs, before biting my earlobe. Hard.
My core clenches in response, and my body jolts.
His teeth move down to my neck, and he bites down again, with even more force.
“Shit!” I scream out the curse and try to buckle forward, but he holds me upright, legs still spread, even though one leg is going numb from the knee down and I think my hip may never work right again.
It’ll have been worth it.
I’m gonna need a second pass from the owner for another free orgasm, because there’s no stopping this one.
His thumb presses harder against my clit, surging me past the finish line, and between his fingers pressing intothatspot, a bit too much pressure against my most sensitive area, the way I’m still riding his wrist like he’s Seabiscuit, and a bit of the self-loathing I feel from being in this position in the first place, I explode.
I have issues, I know I do.
I don’t give him the satisfaction of telling him I’m coming or screaming his name. Instead, I pull a Lexi and try to piss him off one last time. “Randy!” I call, because it’s the first name I think of.
Of course it is, it’s the name of my favorite two-in-one vibrator, the one that usually gets the job done for me. It’s the longest relationship I’ve ever had at this point.
But Wilder, he doesn’t miss a beat, and he doesn’t hand me a single W. “You get me hot, too,bella.”
Breathing through the comedown, I shake my head and free myself from the awkward position, pulling up my pants as soon as his hand is out of them.
“I wasn’t saying I was randy, I was thinking of a guy named Randy.”
“Think of whoever you’d like, we both know who just made you scream.”
Ugh! He is impossible!
“Whatever,” I mutter, reaching for his waistband. “Let’s just get this over with.”
Wilder steps back, out of my reach, but I watch as his cock bobs through his chef pants from the motion.
“What are you doing?” I ask him, not in the mood for more games from him. I just want to suck him off and pretend this evening never happened.
Mostly.
Until I revisit it beneath the covers, when I’m back with Randy.
“Nothing,” he says, a grin on his face. “I got what I wanted.”
“What is this?” I ask, hands flying up to my face. “Are you just trying to rack up a bunch of IOUs with me? So you can humiliate me with them later? I’m already here, I’d rather just suck you off now and call it even.”
His head jerks to one side, face pulled in a grimace that’s more comical than upset. “I don’t think so,bella.”
My brows soar, eyes bulging. “Seriously? You don’t want me to take care of that problem for you?” I gesture toward his crotch with my eyes.
He palms the front of his pants with the hand that wasn’t just down mine, and I try not to swallow at the sight of him readjusting himself. He might as well be stroking himself for what the visual does to me.
“This?” His eyes flash back up to mine, a storm brewing in them. “You’re not getting my cock until you beg for it,Boss. Have a good night.”
