“Oh, so you want it like that from Daddy?”
Arousal pounded through him like a second heartbeat as she tried to wait him out. But her breathing betrayed her—it always did—and he could feel her heart pounding against his chest even as she tried unsuccessfully to break his hold on her wrists.
“I asked you a question, Jay. Do you want to be a good girl for me? Or do you want to fight me while I take what I want?”
The silence stretched. She tried to squirm again. The hard tips of her breasts dragged across his chest, which almost broke his control.
“Jay,” he said, once, warningly.
He heard her throat click when she swallowed. “I—I don’t want to be good.”
“That’s what I thought.” He rolled off her hips reluctantly. “Get out of bed.”
“W-what?”
“Out. Of. Bed.Now.”
“What are you going to do?”
“You,” he said with emphasis, “are going to run.”
“Run where?” She sounded so horrified, he would have been amused if he weren’t so fucking hard. “Outside?”
“Wherever you think you can get to in ten seconds before I drag you to the ground and have my way with you.”
“What?” Her voice sounded thin. “Are you serious?”
“Nine seconds. And if you make me fuck you in this bed, Daddy is going to be extra mean.”
Jay jerked, swaying as if hypnotized, and then scrambled to her feet, stumbling a little in her haste. Her pajama bottoms were just a little too long, and it occurred to Nicholas, as he watched her hitch them up to her waist, that they might have been his.
She slammed the door behind her. He could hear her stumbling down the stairs, loud enough to wake the dog, who howled unhappily from the master bedroom. A door downstairs opened—not the front door, but the one that branched off from the sitting room that led out to the pool.
You want me to fuck you outside, Jay?He pushed off from the bed.You really are a bad girl.
After carefully shutting her door behind him, he headed down the stairs, taking them two at a time. He didn’t bother being quiet—he wanted her to hear him. In her haste to escape out the door, she had closed it but hadn’t bothered to latch it, and he shoved it all the way open, letting it slam against the side of the house with a loud bang, before swinging it violently closed.
There was no way she hadn’t heard that, no matter how hard her heart was pounding.
(It comes alive in the dark just like you)
He breathed in lungfuls of jasmine-scented air as he scanned the garden for Jay. He figured she would play hard-to-get, forcing him to drag her out of the shadows, and wassurprised to see her in the pool when he stepped out on the deck, still fully clothed.
Out in plain sight. Just waiting to be snatched up.
With a dark smile, he kicked off his pants and grabbed a small stone from one of the garden beds, casually lobbing it into the water at the deep end of the pool.
Jay yelped, and covered her own mouth, swinging her whole head in that direction while he hoisted himself into the shallows with the quietest splash.
“N-Nick?” she said, drifting towards the ladder—closer to him. She sounded puzzled, and a little worried. “Nick, was that you? Are you oka—aah!”
“Got you.”
She bucked in response, clawing at the arm that he’d looped around her waist. Her camisole rode up as he fought to maintain his grip, pushing aside the damp ropes of her hair and letting her feel the press of his teeth against her skin. “I thought I said no clothes in the pool.”
“You tricked me,” she seethed.
“I always trick you. You let it happen so often, I have to figure it’s on purpose.”
