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His lips twitch, like he finds this whole situation amusing.
I swallow the lump in my throat as I look up at him, my hands quivering with nervous jitters.
With a smirk, he pulls the pen from behind his ear and offers it to me. “What do you say? Do we have ourselves a deal?”
Before I can lose my nerve, I scribble my name on the dotted line, where he’s labeled submissive.
He flashes me a smile that is both terrifying and thrilling as he takes the pen and, with perfect penmanship, signs his name on the line labeled dominant.
“Now that that’s dealt with…why don’t I give you a tour of your new room?” He tosses me over his shoulder.
I kick my feet, struggling against his firm hold. “What are you talking about? I’m not staying here with you—”
“Oh, of course you are. Don’t you see? You’ve just agreed to be my pet. For the next six weeks, I’m free to use you however I see fit.” He gives my ass a hard slap and a rush of heat shoots straight to my core. “Trust me when I tell you, I intend on making the most of our time together.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I’m either about to have the absolute time of my life or I just dumbly signed up to star in my own personal true crime documentary.
When am I going to learn to read the fine print?
CHAPTER TWENTY
Roman
Kira bobs on my shoulder as I take the stairs two at a time. I’m riding a high like never before after just getting the green light to have this woman.
I toss her on the bed with a squeak, and her shirt rises, giving me a glimpse of her tanned stomach. That tiny flash of skin makes me lose all train of thought. My fingers itch to touch her, to feel her skin, the way her perfect flesh fits against mine like we were made for each other.
Her blue eyes gleam with excitement as she stares back at me, her heartbeat fluttering like a hummingbird’s wings.
I’ve been dreaming of this for far too long. As eager as I am to be inside her again, I think I may die if I don’t taste her first.
Her breaths are labored as I pepper kisses up her smooth legs, but to her credit she doesn’t flinch. Her gaze is locked on me like the sight of me worshipping her body is turning her on.
That makes two of us.
Kissing her inner thigh, I slide a palm over her hips, unbuttoning her denim shorts and tugging them off with one hand, leaving her in nothing but her T-shirt and black cotton thong.
Next, I strip off her cropped T-shirt, her gorgeous full breasts bouncing free. The sight of her perfect body has my cock so hard, I nearly come in my pants right there.
Her long, tanned legs curl up as if on reflex, but any shyness she may be feeling leaves as soon as it arrives when I gently stroke a knuckle over her sex. She’s so fucking wet already. Her blue eyes flare with heat as she wets her lips and lets her thighs fall open.
“You don’t have to do that…if you don’t want to.”
“Oh, trust me, I want to,” I say, as I hook a finger in her thong and yank them away.
My mouth is gentle as I dive right in, my tongue slow and easy as I lick her slit, teasing her as I warm her up.
She sucks in a sharp breath, like she wasn’t expecting the sensation, and squeezes her thighs around my head. “Should I get farther back on the bed?”
I shake my head, my mouth never leaving her pussy as I say, “No way. This is perfect.”
“Are you sure that isn’t hurting your neck?”
She tries to squirm back a little anyway, so I loop an arm around her thigh and pull her closer. “Trust me, baby. As long as my face is right here, I am perfectly content.” I kick my feet up for emphasis as I lie in a sniper position on my stomach and feast on her sweet pussy.
Just like last time, it takes her a little while to get comfortable, and I can’t help but wonder if it’s because she isn’t used to this. It’s hard to believe that any man wouldn’t jump at the opportunity to get to make her come, but she clearly doesn’t realize I’m doing this just as much for me as I am for her.
