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Fuck. I’m going to lose it right here without even getting her naked.
I nip her throat again a little harder. “Even if you’re lying, you know exactly what to say to make me fuck you really well, don’t you, my gorgeous witch?”
“You always fuck me really well. But I’m not lying.”
I pull back and look at her. “You let me finger you in an elevator. You let me push you up against the door of a hotel, strip you down, and eat you right there. Youbeggedfor my cock.”
“I know.”
“Because that was the real you, wasn’t it? That’s what youreallywant and need. Being spanked, and bossed, and called a good girl and a dirty girl, and being spread out and absolutely worshipped from head to toe.”
She stares at me. My hand is cupping her pussy. I can feel how hot and wet she is through the fabric of her shorts. She’s breathing like she just ran four blocks. Every single memory of our weekend together is pinging back and forth between us.
Is she going to lie?
Finally, she whispers, “Yes.”
I reward her with a squeeze between her legs. “Can you be quiet? I love making you scream, but we are on your back patio with people inside and neighbors who might have their windows open.”
“I don’t know,” she says, honestly.
I nod. “Good answer.” I let go of her hair and slip my hand from between her legs. I nudge her back. “Take your shorts off.”
Chapter 13
Scarlett
Iscoot back off of Cian’s lap and stand in front of him.
Adrenaline and lust are dumping into my system in equal portions and every single nerve ending in my body is firing.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
I’m outside on my back patio. My daughter and sister and Henry are inside.
I have neighbors on both sides of my back fence and Mrs. Arnold lives behind me.
But I don’t care.
Of course, I don’t think any of them can really see anything, even if they did happen to look out the right window just now. It’s dark, there are trees, the patio is surrounded by bushes and potted plants on one side, and the neighbor’s garage on the other. It’s also late and I know Mrs. Arnold is in bed.
But even if they could see us, I don’t care.
Cian makes me like this. He did this to me in New Orleans too. I put off moving to Ohio for two full days because of him.
But…fuck it.
Things have kind of sucked here for the past, well, as long as we’ve been back and… honestly, for a long time when we lived here the first time too. I want a good memory here. I wantgoodfeelings. And this man? The one sitting in front of me watching me like I’m actually magical and amazing, the man who has been looking for me for nineteen months, the man who claims he hasn’t been with anyone else since he was with me,becauseof me… yeah, he can make me not care about anything else and canabsolutelymake me feel good.
I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and push them and my panties down, stepping out of them. I’m not sure where they end up, because my eyes are glued to Cian and the way he grips the arms of the chair as I strip.
I think he memorized every inch of my body in New Orleans, but I still feel like I’m undressing for him for the first time.
All of that time with him in New Orleans ratchets up my excitement. He knows exactly what I want and need. I never realized sex could be like it was with Cian. I thought I was spending the night with a hot younger guy who would just be excited about getting laid and it would be a one and done. I’dhopedfor an orgasm but hadn’t really been betting on it.
But he was bossy and patient and all about me. He made me come three times before he fucked me the first time. He seemed to get enormous pleasure from my orgasms. He also loved telling me what to do.
I’d loved that too.