Page 69 of Accidental Theirs

“It’s not that, it’s just...” I huff. “I don’t want to give you the wrong idea. I can’t give you any kind of commitment.”

She tilts her head, popping a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth and sucking.

My eyes trail to her mouth. “I, um, I can’t...”

“Give me any kind of commitment. Yes, I heard you.” She nods, popping the spoon out of her mouth now. “Okay. But why?”

“I'm just not that kind of guy. And my reasons are my own.”

“Mysterious.”

I hum, leaning over the counter. “It works, gets me laid.”

She chuckles and leans over too, squeezing her arms sothat her breasts bounce above the sweetheart neckline of the dress she’s wearing.

I take a sharp breath, and her grin widens.

She knows exactly what she’s doing.

My heart races.

I should walk away. I should chug down this old-man screwdriver and go home and jerk off.

“You keep smiling at me like that, and I’m going to come around that counter.”

She leans further over the counter, on her tiptoes. She’s kicked off her heels at the door, so she’s nearly doubled over.

“Come around this counter and do what, old man?”

There’s this infuriatingly sexy lilt to her voice, and I’m pretty sure at the gates of hell there’s a succubus demon with her mischievous grin and pale green eyes. Maybe those cream-colored breasts, too.

“Give you what you want.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Bash.” She grins at me for a second longer and then turns to put the ice cream back in the freezer.

I let her complete the task before I walk around the counter and come up behind her, pressing her against the fridge with my body.

Olivia shivers, letting out a little moan that makes my cock jump in my slacks.

I breathe hot against the back of her neck before biting down there, and she pushes her ass against me.

I could still leave. Could leave her wanting, make it a game.

But I can’t stop thinking about that hot mouth of hers, that wet, tight pussy, can’t help remembering what it feels like to sink inside her, watch her face as I make her come.

“Fuck.” I’m angrier at myself more than her.

I bunch her skirt up around her hips, revealing her black thong, the fabric contrasting against her pale skin.

“Sebastian,” she whines, and I bring my hand down to spank her ass, watching it jiggle.

She cries out but pushes back against me again, and I know she loves the sting, saw her getting fucked rough and dirty that night, saw how hard it made her come.

“You’ll take what I give you, little girl.”

Olivia pants, twisting her head to look at me.

“I will. I’ll be such a good girl for you, Bash, I promise.”