together. We’re nothing alike. I don’t want you, okay? Believe me, I don’t. Not sexually or otherwise.”
He blinked at her, once, twice. She was pretty even when she was angry, but she’d made her position very clear. “Okay, then. I’ll go,” he said, heading for the door.
“But...wait...”
When he turned to face her, she shook her head. “No. I mean, yes. Go. Ignore me.”
“But you said to wait.” He shoved a hand into his pocket. “I brought condoms just in case. In case you want me. Because I want you. I’ve wanted you forever now.”
To his chagrin, she covered her face and started crying.
He hurriedly shoved the condoms back in his pocket. “Or, okay. I’ll put them away. I was just thinking, safe sex.”
“Please shut up,” she yelled through tears. “Look, I lied. I don’t w-want you to g-go. I’m just afraid I’ll fall for you, and I really don’t want to fall for you. Why are you making this so hard?”
“Hard? I’m making things hard?” He narrowed his eyes, reaching to caress the curve of her jaw. “You lied to me, Petra, twice now, and you’re saying all kinds of crazy stuff. You’re such a bad girl.” He brushed away one of her tears. “You know, lying is bad. You need someone to make you a better girl. Someone to punish you when you’re not being good.”
She made a small sound, like she was choking or laughing. “Let me guess, that someone is you?”
“I would be happy to help.” He took her in his arms and kissed away her tears, making gentle shushing noises. He patted her back and then ran his hands down over her delicate curves. He didn’t even try to hide his erection. He pressed it right against the front of her. Let her feel what she did to him. Oh, and the things he wanted to do to her...
He drew back and pressed his forehead to hers. “What now? You said you don’t want sex. You said, because we’re partners...”
She took a shuddery breath. “Don’t you understand what happened with my mom and dad? If you knew what he put her through, you’d see why—why we can’t—”
“Who? Put who through what? Petra—”
“Maybe it won’t happen with us, but what if it does?”
“What if what does?” he asked, bewildered.
“My mother…she lost herself in my father, in her feelings for him. Then she got pregnant and found out he’d never really loved her. No one would hire her after that. It was a big fucking mess.”
“But…what does that have to do with either of us?”
She shuddered again, even harder this time. “Because I understand how my mother felt now. I’m about to die from wanting you. It’s horrible. This is the worst thing I’ve ever felt.”
He gave a quick, bitter laugh. Did she think he didn’t understand the wanting? He slid his fingers over the elegant line of her neck. He wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t walk, until she screamed and cried, until she came in a rush of breath and begged for more. “I die every time I touch you,” he said. He pushed up the back of her shirt and opened his hands against her warm, bare skin. “You torture me, every day, every hour. You’re a very bad girl.”
She buried her face against his chest. “I don’t mean to torture you, but I’m scared. You scare me in so many ways.”
“Do you think I’ll hurt you?” he asked, sliding his hands down to squeeze her ass.
“Yes. I think you’ll steal part of my soul.”
He tilted her head back to look in her eyes. “Really? You believe that?”
“Yes. I want you so bad, but I’m scared. I’m so scared of what you’ll do to me.”
“Ah, querida ,” he sighed, his cock jumping at her softly spoken words. “You know what, though? Is okay to be scared.”
*** *** ***
Is okay to be scared. Is okay to be scared.
She gasped as he backed her toward the wall, pinning her with his body. While she was still processing his heat and his closeness, his mouth closed over hers in a ravishing kiss. His tongue warred with
He blinked at her, once, twice. She was pretty even when she was angry, but she’d made her position very clear. “Okay, then. I’ll go,” he said, heading for the door.
“But...wait...”
When he turned to face her, she shook her head. “No. I mean, yes. Go. Ignore me.”
“But you said to wait.” He shoved a hand into his pocket. “I brought condoms just in case. In case you want me. Because I want you. I’ve wanted you forever now.”
To his chagrin, she covered her face and started crying.
He hurriedly shoved the condoms back in his pocket. “Or, okay. I’ll put them away. I was just thinking, safe sex.”
“Please shut up,” she yelled through tears. “Look, I lied. I don’t w-want you to g-go. I’m just afraid I’ll fall for you, and I really don’t want to fall for you. Why are you making this so hard?”
“Hard? I’m making things hard?” He narrowed his eyes, reaching to caress the curve of her jaw. “You lied to me, Petra, twice now, and you’re saying all kinds of crazy stuff. You’re such a bad girl.” He brushed away one of her tears. “You know, lying is bad. You need someone to make you a better girl. Someone to punish you when you’re not being good.”
She made a small sound, like she was choking or laughing. “Let me guess, that someone is you?”
“I would be happy to help.” He took her in his arms and kissed away her tears, making gentle shushing noises. He patted her back and then ran his hands down over her delicate curves. He didn’t even try to hide his erection. He pressed it right against the front of her. Let her feel what she did to him. Oh, and the things he wanted to do to her...
He drew back and pressed his forehead to hers. “What now? You said you don’t want sex. You said, because we’re partners...”
She took a shuddery breath. “Don’t you understand what happened with my mom and dad? If you knew what he put her through, you’d see why—why we can’t—”
“Who? Put who through what? Petra—”
“Maybe it won’t happen with us, but what if it does?”
“What if what does?” he asked, bewildered.
“My mother…she lost herself in my father, in her feelings for him. Then she got pregnant and found out he’d never really loved her. No one would hire her after that. It was a big fucking mess.”
“But…what does that have to do with either of us?”
She shuddered again, even harder this time. “Because I understand how my mother felt now. I’m about to die from wanting you. It’s horrible. This is the worst thing I’ve ever felt.”
He gave a quick, bitter laugh. Did she think he didn’t understand the wanting? He slid his fingers over the elegant line of her neck. He wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t walk, until she screamed and cried, until she came in a rush of breath and begged for more. “I die every time I touch you,” he said. He pushed up the back of her shirt and opened his hands against her warm, bare skin. “You torture me, every day, every hour. You’re a very bad girl.”
She buried her face against his chest. “I don’t mean to torture you, but I’m scared. You scare me in so many ways.”
“Do you think I’ll hurt you?” he asked, sliding his hands down to squeeze her ass.
“Yes. I think you’ll steal part of my soul.”
He tilted her head back to look in her eyes. “Really? You believe that?”
“Yes. I want you so bad, but I’m scared. I’m so scared of what you’ll do to me.”
“Ah, querida ,” he sighed, his cock jumping at her softly spoken words. “You know what, though? Is okay to be scared.”
*** *** ***
Is okay to be scared. Is okay to be scared.
She gasped as he backed her toward the wall, pinning her with his body. While she was still processing his heat and his closeness, his mouth closed over hers in a ravishing kiss. His tongue warred with
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