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“Looks like you can’t help yourself around me. Like you can’t stand the idea of me being around you for two months unless you take my cock onnight one. You look fucking desperate.”

“And you’re just as desperate to claim me.”

“Come on,” he said. “I already have.”

He pushed his fingers just a little deeper, stroking against the spot inside me that felt so fucking good I didn’t stand a chanceat replying. Earlier, I’d wondered if his egotistical attitude might all just be bluffing, but…

It wasn’t.

He was delivering. And it would piss me off if it didn’t feel so damned good.

Why do I want someone Idon’twant?

Add it to the list of things I didn’t understand.

I bucked backward along his fingers in a slow rhythm, getting used to the stretch. I arched my back a little, trying to get him deeper, craving more.

“Give me your cock,” I uttered, my voice coming out just as desperate as before.

“Told you. You fucking want it,” he said in a low whisper.

“Yes.”

All at once he pulled his fingers out from inside me. I missed the feeling instantly. The sensation of being filled up, especially by a person who couldn’t stand me.

His hands landed on my hips and he turned me around to face him.

“On your knees.”

“But—”

“Get on your knees, Peachel.”

CHAPTER 4

GRAY

Only thing worse than wanting the guy who has everything?

Givingthe guy who has everything exactly what he wants.

I had Andrew Peachel in the palm of my fucking hand, quite literally. And I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity.

He dropped to his knees for me in front of the dresser, looking up at me with those brown eyes,waitingfor me to tell him what to do.

So fucking good.

My belt was hanging open, along with the zipper on my fly. I’d undone it earlier, then gotten distracted by his perfect, tight ass.

“Take it off,” I said, nodding down. “Use your teeth.”

He gave me a look like he didn’t know if I was serious or not, but I just stared down at him.

Those lashes.

That little dusting of freckles beneath his eyes that for some reason was enough to make my dick ache under my pants.

I watched as the star football player leaned in for me, on his knees, and gingerly closed his teeth around one end of my belt, starting to pull it out. He slid it out through all of my belt loops, then tossed it onto the ground.