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“We’ll see who gets the last bite,” he says, trailing his mouth over my neck as he tosses the empty container across the room and bites me. My cock twitches against him and I yell, “Fuck!”

I feel the wetness forming already. Fuck, that feels good.

He laughs, the sound deep and gravelly and sexy as all hell.

One hand settles on my neck and he squeezes lightly .

“I’m going to give you to the count of three, Alex, to get your ass into the bedroom. I want to see you naked, on all fucking fours, ready for me. Do you understand?”

And just like that, the switches flip.

“Yes,” I say, scrambling from beneath him. I sprint to the bedroom, not missing his chuckling behind me.

I tear off my briefs on the way, throwing them down the hall. I have no clue where they land, nor do I care.

I do just as he demands and jump onto the bed, getting into position. I know he’s staring at me. He does that a lot nowadays. I catch him doing it all the time when he thinks I’m not looking, and he’s always deliberate about it when we fuck. He likes to make me wait, but he can’t hold out too long.

He might be a patient man in most areas of his life, but when it comes to sex, he’s just as desperate as me.

So I wait what feels like hours, but is likely only seconds before I hear the opening of the drawer and the pop of the cap.

“You’ve been racking up penalties today, Alex.”

“Tell me how bad I’ve been,” I say, looking over my shoulder at him. I watch as he spreads the lube between his fingers, his heated gaze locked on mine.

“So fucking bad.”

My brain melts as I watch him come closer, as his dark words hit me, and a moment later he’s behind me, smacking my ass .

I groan as he shoves my head down and gets behind me.

“I could’ve forgiven the other discretions,” he says as he slides his fingers over my ass, pressing against my hole.

He wastes no time sinking his finger into me and I moan in delight.

He gets a few strokes in, even teasing my prostate before he abruptly pulls out and I whine, thrusting my hips against the air. I’m so hard, so wet, and…

“No, don’t stop,” I groan, panting heavily.

“I draw the line at stealing my ice cream.”

I bite my lip when he smacks my ass.

“Say you’re sorry,” he orders.

I grin. “No.”

“Alex…” His tone is dark and full of warning. I love it.

“Are you going to teach me a lesson or not, baby?”

He grabs me by the throat at the same time he guides his cock into me, but he doesn’t go slow.

It’s one hard, deep thrust and I feel it. I know I’ll feel it tomorrow, too.

“Fuck yes, you little brat.”

Once he’s settled inside me, he forces my head down onto the soft sheets, grabs my cock and fucks me so hard the bed shakes. And just as I feel that weightlessness of entering my subspace, my impending orgasm, he stops abruptly and I whine .

“Please…” I cry, the tears coming fast as my heart races. “Let me come.”

“Say you’re sorry.”

I bite my tongue. I want to say it, but not yet.

I shake my head.

Jordan grabs my hair and drives back into me, bringing me to that edge until I’m panting and then he stops.

The tears rush down my cheeks and the sobbing commences.

“Please, please…”

“Say you’re sorry and you won’t touch my fucking ice cream,” he bites out.

And then he pulls me back until we’re both sitting, the angle pushing him so much deeper.

“Say you’re sorry and I’ll let you come.” He chokes me for two seconds and my eyes shut as every bone in my body becomes liquid. His hand rests on my throat as I catch my breath, my voice full of remorse, lust, and exhilaration.

“I’m sorry,” I say, crumbling beneath him. “C-can I come now, please?” I ask as his thumb slides over my weeping slit.

The tears rush down my face and I feel more alive than I’ve ever felt.

“Yes, Alex,” he says as he builds his rhythm on my cock, his hand around my throat tightening. “Come for me. ”

He chokes me for three seconds and when he lets go, I come, hard and fast, with a deep groan. Barely a moment later, I feel his warmth spreading and his body go limp as he curses.

“Fuck, I’m coming, too.”

I laugh, reaching one hand up to grab his neck and kiss him.

“I can’t promise I won’t do it again,” I whisper against his lips.

He chuckles as he kisses me back, his cock still buried deep inside of me.

“I know,” he says with a smile.

He holds me a moment longer before he removes himself and I fall into the soft sheets and pillows. He cleans me up wordlessly, including my tears. When he’s done, we slide under the covers, exhaustion hitting us. He threads his leg through mine and hums contentedly.

“I’ll consider it,” he says softly.

“Huh?”“Vegas. For the wedding.” His voice is tinged with the beginnings of sleep.

I bury my face against his shoulder, snuggling close to his hard, warm body. I slide my arm over his hip.

“Oh, and you can wear the cufflinks I got you,” I tease him. He chuckles. “And we can—”

His kiss shuts me up, and I fall into it with ease.

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow, baby.”

I sigh, the smile on my face irrefutable .

“I’ll hold you to that, Jordan Mackenzie-Brewer.”

Soon enough, he’s snoring, and I can barely keep my eyes open. I don’t fight it, knowing tomorrow morning, I’ll wake in his arms.