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Puck’s expression seemed genuinely disconcerted as he dropped the cigar butt on the ground and crushed it with his boot heel. “What kind of douchebag do I seem like? Jesus. No, I was gonna say a date.” He was irritated, but then he turned his serious, heated gaze on me. “When I get a blowjob outta you, it’ll be done of your own volition, because you wanted to give it to me.”

I felt a little faint, a little irritated at his presumptuousness, and a lot turned on. “Oh.” I sounded breathy and stupid, so I tried again. “Ohreally.” There, that was better—sarcastic, caustic, disbelieving.

He leaned close, and his nose brushed the side of my neck, and then his lips brushed my ear—I shivered, and felt my nipples harden. “Yes, really. You’llbegto put those beautiful lips of yours around my cock.”

“I haveneverbegged anyone for fucking anything in my life,” I hiss. “And I’m not about to start, not even for you, Puck Lawson.”

His laugh was a low rumble. “You’ll beg, Colbie.” His teeth nipped my earlobe, and I gasped. “And I’ll oblige you willingly.”

“What makes you so sure?” I managed to sound fairly in control of my voice, so kudos to me for that little victory.

“Because all I’m doing is talking, and you’ve got headlights poking through your shirt and bra.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “I bet you’ve got beautiful nipples, Colbie. Thick and plump and pink, with nice big dark areolae. Don’t you?”

I glanced down and saw that he was right: my nipples were prominently on display. “Maybe they’re small and flat and ugly, with no areolae at all,” I whispered back.

I flinched and my gasp was squeaky and breathy when he pinched my nipple, a quick, sharp bite of sudden stinging pleasure that I felt in my pussy even with two layers of fabric between my flesh and his finger and thumb.

He laughed. “No way. You’re too responsive.”

“Stop, Puck,” I breathed. “Everyone’s watching.”

“Who cares?”

I leaned away from him. “I care.”

He let me put a little distance between us. “Now imagine what I’ll make you feel when I get you alone and in private.”

I was breathing a little heavily, my thighs were pressed together, my nipples were throbbing and erect, and my pussy was aching and wet. He’d gotten me this hot and bothered in public with a few words and one quick pinch. Jesus, maybe he was right about everything he said he could do.

5: Shitshow

Holy. Shit.

This chick.

Thischick, man. She didn’t give an inch. She gave nothing away for free. She was into me, I could tell that much, don’t get me wrong, but goddamn. . . she wasnotmaking that shit easy.

Ilikedit. I liked it a lot. If I wanted to make her gasp, I’d have to work for it. If I wanted to see her writhe and squirm because she was so turned on she couldn’t help it, but didn’t want to be turned on by me, then I’d have to fuckin’ put an effort into it.

Getting a kiss from her was going to require patience and skill and honesty and all the game I had; getting her naked and riding my cock? Ohh man . . . that might very well be the greatest challenge of my life.

Challenge accepted.

I felt a vibration in my pocket and a second later heard an electronic ring; I dug the phone out of my pocket and accepted the call. “Hello?”

“Puck Lawson?” The voice on the other end was quiet and almost soft, but icy.

“That’s me.”

“I am Ivar Krieg. We have a friend in common.”

“Anselm, yeah. Thanks for calling, man.”

“Ja,es nichts. You are in Kiev,ja?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you know where, precisely?”