“Because. It’s… they’re no. Just no.”
Now I’m even more interested to know why she’s acting so cagey. I’ve been inside her more than once, licked her off my fingers, and she’s suddenly acting shy… about abook?
I take a step forward and swipe it from behind her back with zero effort, ignoring her protests. I dangle it above her head while she lifts up on her toes, trying to yank it back.
Only she’s now flattened against me, and fuck, I can’t concentrate on much else but her hard little nipples pressing against my chest and how badly I want to suck them, bite them, leave marks all over them.
“Tell me why you’re so worried about me seeing what’s inside of this book, Sunshine.”
She halts, staring up at me. “I’m not. It’s stupid. I just don?—”
I cut her off by leaning down and scooping her up, her tiny frame fitting easily in my arms. I carry her and the damn book to her bed and toss her onto the mattress, where she lands with anoof.
“Try again.Withoutthe lying this time.” I chuckle.
At first, she’s quiet, her eyes studying mine, and then finally, she rolls them, blurting out, “They’re… spicy.”
“Oh? I couldn’t tell by the half-naked people on the front.”
She huffs. “And… I like to tab them. At the spicy parts. The spicy parts… that I like.”
Ah. Now I’m starting to get it.
My knee hits the bed, and I crawl onto the mattress beside her, still holding her dirty little book in my hand.
“Okay. Remember the last time I was here, when you rode my cock and I filled you with my cum?” I lean forward and curve my palm at her nape, pulling her close enough that my lips are a breath away from hers. “Right there in the other room. But now suddenly, you’re worried about a little book?”
Her tongue darts out, wetting her bottom lip. “I… I’m not being shy. It’s just kind of embarrassing to tell the man you’re hooking up with that you mark the spicy parts of the books you read because…”
“Because what?”
There’s a moment of hesitation, one that I see her deciding over whether or not she’s going to tell me, but then she sighs. “Because they’re things I… reread when I’m horny. Things I want to do. Or want to experience someday.”
I smirk.
She didn’t need to tell me that for me to know, but I wanted tohearher say it. She’s saving it for a rainy day. Suddenly, I want to read every book in the room, flip through the tabs, and find out exactly what kind of shit she’s tabbing.
“Good girl.” I hand her the book that I’ve been holding. “Open it up.”
Maisie’s brow arches, her expression curious. “Why?”
“Because…” I whisper against her lips. “I told you to.” I lightly brush mine across hers until I hear her breath hitch. “Open the book, Maisie.”
She pauses for only a second longer, the bratty part of her wanting to tell me to fuck off, but it doesn’t triumph over the submissive part of her that likes being told what to do. Likes the fact that she wants to hand over control.
Her sparkly purple fingertip drags along pages, and she opens the front cover, holding my eyes.
“Pick a tab.”
Her endless blue eyes widen, and I wait, more patiently than I have in my entire goddamn life, for her to pick one of the many neon pink plastic tabs poking out from the pages and open it up.
“Now, I want you to read it to me.”
“What? No, Wilder… I can’t,” she mutters, covering her face with the book.
I chuckle as I move over her, prying her thighs open wide with my knee as I press my lips to the hollow of her throat.
It only takes a handful of seconds to untie the apron and pull the tight athletic dress she’s wearing over her head, leaving her in nothing but the dainty lace panties I just ran my nose along in the kitchen.
