way. “Do you want me to shove my fingers where I want your cock?”
She did. No instruction, no command needed. Reese twisted her wrist and pushed two fingers deep. Her gasp filled the room.
“Did you just—”
“Oh, yes.” She worked her fingers in and out, adding a third to the mix. Too late to turn back now, Reese took his game to the next level. “I did, just.”
“Someone is lookin’ to have her sweet little ass spanked, is that it?”
Not her ass. Although the thought of his hands on her, anywhere on her, pushed her to the brink. Her legs trembled, her muscles tightened until she couldn’t breathe.
Instinct and desire took over.
She jerked her fingers from her sex and flattened them together.
Slap, slap, slap.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Lightening surged through her sex each time her slick fingers made contact. “Earning it,” she choked out as pleasure swamped her.
Violent curses fell through the phone. “Do it. Finish it, Reese. And don’t be quiet about it. Damn it. Let me hear you.”
Not a problem.
“How about we see if your pussy likes the same attention?” Paxton’s dark promise filled her mind.
Heart pounding, Reese found her swollen clit and pinched hard, rolled the sensitive bud until the world exploded in a sheen of white.
She cried out. Maybe his name, maybe for an unseen deity. She didn’t know.
Her back arched, her stomach undulated through each pulse of her release. Warmth coated her fingers as she slowed her movements, her breath choppy and harsh.
Her body, drained of energy, melted into the mattress.
“Fuck, Reese. That was…” A heavy breath sounded. “Do you have to work on Sunday?”
“What?”
“Sunday. Do you have plans?”
Her head spun. He wanted to talk about plans? Now, when she could barely think straight? “No. I’m free Sunday,” she managed.
“Not anymore. Pack an overnight bag.”
So demanding. She smiled. “Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise. We’ll head out after the party tomorrow, okay?”
A whole night in his arms? “Yes. That sounds perfect.”
“I’ve gotta go, Reese. My balls are in desperate need of an ice pack.”
“An ice pack?”
“Cold shower isn’t going to do it.”
So, after everything they’d just done, he’d still managed to maintain some control. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. “You didn’t come.”
“I told you where I’d be the next time that happened. Tomorrow, all bets are off. You’re mine until Sunday night, got it?”
She’d be his until the end of her days. “Got it.”
“Sleep well, beautiful. I’ll pick you up around ten in the morning.”
“Looking forward to it.” Reese scooted toward her headboard and reached for the phone. “Goodnight, Pax.”
I love you.
Chapter Eleven
They couldn’t have ordered up a more perfect Saturday.
The sun shone like a ball of fire, but thankfully lacked the punch of heat that had killed him all summer. As it dropped to the west, the cooling temps were a Godsend for sure, but the reason gave him pause.
Pax glanced at the sky. Blue overhead, varying with early evening shades of light and dark. That wasn’t what bothered him. The clouds in the distance. Christ. He hoped the weather would hold a few more days. Not that the idea of being rained in with Reese didn’t make him salivate, but the storms forecasted to hit the area in the next day or two were the kind that could stir up trouble.
Pax scrubbed a hand over his face and threw a glare at the clouds.
Not tonight, motherfuckers. Not tonight.
He wouldn’t say no if his brothers called him home. They were already in shock over his impromptu overnighter. As though Pax hadn’t taken a day off in … shit. When was the last time he’d taken a whole day off?
Pax couldn’t remember. Gavin’s slack jaw as he’d handed over the keys made a whole lot more sense now.
Reese would understand if he had to back out on their night. Hell, she’d expect him to go, if
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