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He licks his lips, his forehead creasing as he turns his fingers and runs the pads of them over me. I push his hand away, but he puts it straight onto my lower stomach, slipping it beneath the top of the lace.

“Stop,” I say weakly.

I’m not even putting any effort into pretending to fight anymore and I’m sure he knows it.

“You want this,” he breathes. “You want my hands on you. My mouth. I bet you want my cock too, don’t you?”

I bite back a moan as he slides his hand lower. His eyelids hood as his fingertips meet the slick arousal coating my skin. I grab hold of his wrist like I’m going to stop him.

“Say it,” he whispers, his pupils dilating as my breathing stutters.

“Get off me,” I whisper, but it sounds more like an invitation as I hold his eyes and encourage his hand to slip lower until his fingertips graze my entrance.

“Not that.” He shakes his head at the same time as I nod mine.

I tilt my head back and moan as I rub his fingers against me.

“Say it,” he warns, his eyes darkening as my wetness smears over him.

“Say what?” I moan louder, circling my hips.

“You know what. Your word. Say your word.”

He starts moving his fingers without my encouragement, sliding them over my skin.

“Say it,” he groans.

“M…”

His eyes flash as I part my lips.

“Good girl. Say it. You know you have to say it,” he rasps.

I slide my hand around the back of his neck, toying with his hair. “You want me to say it?”

“You need to say it,” he forces out like he’s barely holding back.

I pull his face to mine, lifting my mouth to his ear. “Make me.”

He yanks back, snapping his eyes to mine. They’re on fire, like he’s about to give me hell.

“Say it,” he hisses, his voice gaining power. “This stops now.”

I stare at him, licking my lips as his fingers slide over me, rubbing circles over my swollen clit.

“Say it,” he grits again, switching them with the heel of his hand as his fingers curl lower. He makes no attempt to stop what’s happening. And I’m not about to help him. Not when my whole body feels alive from his touch.

I stay silent, holding his eyes as the tip of one finger brushes my entrance.

“Say it,” he groans.

I shake my head and my mouth parts with a small gasp as he slides his finger inside me slowly. We stare at one another as my wetness pools around it, seeping out into his palm.

“Say it,” he repeats. “Before I have you taking more than just my finger.”

I shake my head, moaning as he hits a delicious spot inside me.

“Goddamn it,” he hisses, sliding it out and then back inside me, but even though my body is stretching for him, he still can’t get it all the way inside me.

Heat erupts inside me like a swirling inferno, and I moan. He watches me, the muscles in his neck rigid as he fucks me slowly with his finger.

“This what you wanted? You wanted me to feel how wet and perfect you are? You wanted me to dream about all the ways I’d fuck you and make you mine? The way I’d make you come on my cock again and again until you cried because you needed a rest? Huh? That what you wanted, baby?”

Every last shred of hesitation leaves me as my body ripples around his finger, and I cry out, giving in to the desire taking over my body. “Denver.”

He looks at me, his expression a mix of shock and pure heat as I use his name.

I grab his face and pull his lips to mine.

“What are you doing?” He breaks away immediately.

“Kissing you.” I press my lips to his again and this time a deep groan is forced from him before he cuts away again.

My lips are tingling with the need to feel what it’s like to really kiss him as he stares at me.

“You can’t. This isn’t pretend anymore, Sinclair. We need to stop.”

“Do you want to stop?” I clench around his finger making a muscle contract in his neck.

“Fuck, don’t do that.”

“What? This?” I do it again.

“You need to stop this,” he grits at the same time as he gives me two shallow, but delicious pumps like the temptation is too strong not to.

“You’ve got a word, too, remember?”

He shakes his head, his eyes on my mouth. “I’d never use it with you, and you know that.”

White heat runs through my veins at his admission.

“You want me?” I whisper.

“I’m not allowed to want you.”

“But you do?”

“None of that matters. Say. Your. Word.”

“No.”

I pull his mouth back to mine and this time he kisses me back like he can’t physically restrain himself.

He groans into my mouth, all heat and power, kissing like a man who knows how to fuck you all night and make your soul leave and re-enter your body.

I open up for him and he slides his tongue into my mouth, owning it, claiming me, like he has every right to do whatever the hell he wants with me, because I’m his and he’s been waiting for the moment when I realize it.

I run my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, kissing him back and whimpering as he keeps fingering me, rubbing my clit with his thumb at the same time.

“Denver,” I gasp, climbing higher, trapped beneath the heat of his body.

“Say your word, Sinclair,” he rasps, before kissing me even harder so I can’t speak even if I wanted to.

I moan around his tongue, my fingers gripping his hair tighter so he can’t go anywhere.

“Say it,” he repeats.

The rock-hard length of his dick presses against my inner thigh.

“I want to take them off,” I pant against his mouth.

“No,” he growls.

“Yes.”

“If you get naked beneath me, Sinclair, then I can’t promise you that I won’t fuck you for real right here on this mat. This has gone too far. Say your word.”

“I’ll never say it, you can’t make me.”

Denver breaks our kiss. His lips are a darker pink and he licks them like he’s savoring my taste. “You need to stop this now.”

He pulls his finger from inside me and I whine at the loss.

“Take my clothes off, or I will,” I demand.

When he doesn’t move, I sit up, forcing him back onto his knees. I peel my crop top over my head and throw it to one side.

His eyes drop to my breasts and darken as he curses.

“You do the rest. Then I’ll let you suck them again.”

“Fuck, Sinclair. We can’t?—”

I reach out to pull him to me, but he’s already coming anyway. Our lips crash together, and he holds my neck as he kisses me roughly, his other hand dropping to grab my breast.

“You know how beautiful you are to me? How much I want you even though I shouldn’t?”

He breaks our kiss and lowers his head, cupping my breast and lifting it to his lips to suck on my nipple. Slickness pools between my thighs. I moan as he switches sides before rising to kiss me again.

“Say your word, Sinclair.”

“No.” I nip his bottom lip between my teeth, and he inhales sharply.

He’s shaking his head, his face a mask of dark turmoil as he uses the hand around my neck to encourage me to lie down. He lets go and holds my eyes as he grabs one of my sneakers. The laces are undone again, and he lifts one with one finger, letting it drop back against the shoe.

“About the only time they’ve been useful.” He tuts.

He pulls it off my foot, followed by the other, then drags my tights down, holding them in his hands as he looks at me laid out in just my panties.

“Not just those,” I say.

His gaze drops to my black lace panties, and he drops my tights and scrubs a hand around his jaw.

“Say the word, Sinclair,” he growls, his eyes fixed on them.

“Take my panties off, Denver.”

His eyes flash dangerously like he’s really mad at me. But all it does is make me wetter.

Then he slowly slides them down over my thighs.

He balls them into his fist and stares at me.

“You can keep them if you like?”

His eyes flare and my pussy throbs as he shoves them into his pocket.

I part my thighs wide, and his gaze drops between them.

“What would you do now?” I ask, reaching down with one hand and parting myself with two fingers for him to see how wet I am.

“Say the fucking word, Sinclair,” he growls like he’s about to completely lose it and never be able to come back.

The threat in his tone makes more wetness run between my legs and he curses as it seeps free.

“Say it,” he says again as he slides onto his front, hooking both of my thighs over his biceps.

“No.”

He holds my eyes and presses a kiss to my inner thigh.

“Say it.”

“No.”

His lips drag over my skin as he moves higher, kissing the crease where my thigh meets my body.

“Say it.”

“Nu-uh.”

His lips part and he sucks just inside the crease, making me shudder.

“Say it.”

His breath is warm against my clit as he moves to suck the other side.

“No way,” I breathe, sinking both of my hands into his hair as my clit throbs with need.

I’m desperate for him to touch me where I need him to, but he just keeps alternating between sucking and kissing on the outer edges of my pussy.

“Denver, please,” I whisper.

“What do you want?”

I look down into his eyes, my breath hitching that he’s not telling me to use my word.

“Tell me what you want, Princess,” he breathes, kissing me gently on my clit.

I let out a breathy gasp full of desire as I shudder at the contact.

Princess. Not baby this time.

This is real.

“I want you to make me come,” I beg. “Please, Denver. Make me come.”

“You want to come on my face?”

“Yes.” I screw my hands up in his hair, trying to pull him back to my clit. “I want to come for you. Please.”

“Fuck,” he groans. Then he swipes his tongue over me, the slight roughness of his jaw grazing my skin.

His eyes fall closed and he sinks into me. Licking, sucking, tasting, devouring. He curls his hands around my thighs, spreading my legs wider for him so he can eat me out with an intense determination I’ve never seen before.

When he does open his eyes again to look at me, the dark, all-consuming depth to them makes me whimper. I can’t look away. I can’t do anything except watch as he pushes me closer and closer to breaking.

“Denver.” I twist my fingers in his hair, pulling hard.

He groans as his head is pulled up, then he sinks back into me again.

“Say the word, Sinclair,” he rasps.

“Make me come,” I counter.