(slutty girl)
She sat up, their heads nearly colliding as she tugged her bra back into place. Undeterred, his mouth brushed over her jawline, down the side of her neck. She felt the soft pressure of a bite as his fingers slipped into the leg of her panties. And then, a harder one as he slid inside her.
“Don’t!” She gripped his chin, lifted it. He had her necklace between his teeth. The sight sent an arrow of desire shooting through her belly. “Don’t do that. Not here.”
The ring thudded against her chest, still damp. “It might relax you a little.”
“I’m plenty relaxed!”
“Sure you are, blue jay.”
“This isn’t a game.” She wished she didn’t sound so breathless. “People talk about us. I’ve heard them discussing us living together and how we get out of the same car every morning.”
His amused smile disappeared. “Who the fuck is talking about that?”
“I don’t know all their names.” She was afraid to mention the women she’d seen at work earlier. His face was starting to shift into an anger she recognized all too well. The potential for violence ran through him like a dark river. “People.”
“People like your old friends?”
“What? No.” She’d denied it too quickly. He looked predatory now. “Nicholas, it wasn’t Michael and Angie.”
“Jay,” he said warningly.
“I don’t want to discuss this. Let’s just go have a nice dinner and forget we ever did.” She reached for her shirt buttons, her fingers fumbling. “We can still salvage the evening.”
“Someone said something that upset you and I want to knowwho it was.”
You know what he really wants.That voice was back, shrill and mocking.Distract him.
“Nicholas,” she said, too loudly, a warning as much for herself as him. “Drop it.”
“Was it someone at work?”
“No.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Then it doesn’t matter.” She saw his chest hitch slightly as she pulled her hair back and out of the way, fastening it with a clip from her purse. “I shouldn’t have brought it up.”
“Jay,” he said, a growl in it this time. But he was getting distracted, watching her hands. “I am trying to talk to you.”
“What if we didn’t talk at all?”
She wrapped her fingers around the sizable bulge in his wool trousers. He was big enough that she knew to pull back on the zipper, as well as down, so she wouldn’t catch skin.
“What if I did this instead?”
“Jay,” he said again, in a thick, tight voice.
They were close enough that she felt his breath stutter when she grazed the veiny shaft of his cock. He filled her hand when she wrapped her fingers around him and traced the entire length, from the wrinkled, velvety base, all the way up to the slick, blunt head. She saw his teeth clench as a shiver rolled through his massive shoulders.
“For fuck’s sake—”
“Yes, Daddy?” She leaned closer and he stared at her helplessly. “Do you want me?”
His hips jerked. A strange, almost glazed look descendedover his face as she used her wrist to further part his fly. She managed to get his pants half-open and had only just begun to lower her head to his lap, before he yanked her hand away, fingers biting into the underside of her wrist.
It hurt, but when she tried to pull away, his hand tightened until it felt like a shackle.
