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“Really,
then what are you not telling me. I have this distinct gut feeling you are not
being fully honest with me.”

“I
am not hiding anything.” She turned her face away with the pretense of looking
at the luxurious room. “This is fabulous. Oh! You have single reclining
chairs.”

“You
can sit on my lap.” Seth dropped into the leather seat, making sure not to trap
her legs.

“I
think
you forget, I’m the teacher
. I’ll sit where I
damn well like.” She pushed off his chest and slipped off him. He didn’t miss
the way her body trembled as she slipped off his body.

“Comedy,
action, romance or horror.”
He brushed off the
effect of her dismount as she plunked into the seat next to him.

“We
don’t need any romance in here.” She pushed at him with her feet while giving
him the teacher stare with her sweet saucy tone.

“Comedy
it is then.” She obviously forgot who led men and women daily. He licked his
bottom lip and watched her eyes widen and nostrils flare. The new dynamic racing
between them would be fun to play with. She melted for him earlier, her need
too strong to deny what still pulsated between them. He couldn’t wait to make
her burn again.

While
she struggled to fight their attraction and put limits on it, he rose and walked
over to the DVD cabinet. After surfing through the comedies, he picked an
action comedy and romance, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, figuring the byplay between the
characters was a close match to theirs. More than anything, he wanted to see
her sucked out of her comfort zone. He popped the movie in and drug her feet
over his lap. When the menu screen came up, she snapped her eyes in his
direction. He shrugged and lightly trailed his hand over her dainty manicured feet.

“Really?
This is so not a comedy.”

“Of
course it
is,
and action. Shit blows up.”

“I’m
so picking the next movie. You’ve just been fired as movie picker.” She removed
the arm rest divider, shifted her body and turned to lay her head in his lap.
“Behave.”

The
door opened and Ryker came down carrying their pizzas, beer and a Sprite. “Thank
God, you’re not fucking. Here’s your food and some drinks. Figured Ailyn would
want soda since she’s still recovering. Sweets, if you need anything else just
holler. Boss, you can get your own shit the rest of the night.” Ryker flashed a
dimpled grin, dropped the fare off on the table and darted back up the stairs.

“Lord,
he has some dangerous dimples. How is it that there aren’t round the clock
parties here?”

Irritation
warred with him. She had no qualms complimenting his friends or staring.

“Oh
we have some parties, but mainly just with close friends. We tend to try to
keep the firemen chasers away.”

“Is
that a fancy term for firemen groupies? Do you really have those?”

“Yes
to both. The worst are the ones you save who have this hero worship syndrome
going on. It’s harder to break away from those emotionally invested. Number one
rule,
never date someone you’ve saved.”

“Must
be hard to date then, I can imagine the population you all save is pretty
high.” She rose and sat next to him, accepting a slice of pizza and her Sprite.
“Oh, I have a cup holder, nice.”

Seth
folded his slice in half and wolfed it down in a few bites. He chuckled at her
slack jawed expression and grabbed himself another slice.

“Hungry?”

“Always.”
The double entendre wasn’t lost on her as a cute blush spread across her face.
With a chuckle, he twisted the cap off his bottleneck beer with his T-shirt,
and drew a swig in between bites. “You ready for this?” He pressed play, lifted
the armrest barrier she’d put back between them and hauled her back over to him
as the beginning credits rolled.

There’s
something about a good romantic comedy to set the pace. At least he thought so.
The other movie he chose, she’d like. It’d been the one they saw on their first
movie date—one she’d watched multiple times when it came out on DVD. Although
she professed to hate his choice, her infectious laughter told him otherwise.

“What’s
so funny?”

“There
is something infinitely enjoyable about seeing a woman take control and not
take shit from any man. He’s ready to kill her and she appears unaffected. It’s
sexy how she drives him crazy and he can’t do anything but follow her lead.”

“I
just like shit that blows up and how they’re trying to off each other but deep
down know they can’t.”

“And
I thought you picked this movie to make out with me.” When he gifted her with a
wolfish smile, she punched his arm and drew back, shaking her sore hand.

“Those
are made of steel, darlin’.” He took her broken hand and brought it to his
lips. “You should be more careful.” He nuzzled her skin and placed a kiss on
each knuckle. She flushed a pretty shade of pink, and snatched her hand away,
but not before he skimmed over her bounding pulse.

“We’re
watching the movie.” She leaned forward and grabbed a second slice of pizza. She
took small bites, pretending to be too interested in what was happening on the
TV.

“You
know we could’ve gone out, if you’re uncomfortable down here.
Alone.
With me.
We still can.”

Ailyn
regarded him with a perplexed expression written across her face and shook her
head. Taking another sip of her soda, she returned her stare to the screen,
shutting him off from her.

“Or
just sit right here and watch movies.”
What
did I say wrong?

“If
you want to go out tonight, I can go home. You don’t have to babysit me.” Her
acerbic dose of bullshit left him at a loss, struggling with how to respond
without further pissing her off.

“Come
here.” He opted for a simple command, not at all surprised when she failed to
comply. Ailyn proceeded to wipe her greasy hands off on his boxers and cross
her arms.

With
a guttural growl, he plucked her from her closed off
safe zone
and planted her firmly on his lap, facing away from him.
She struggled against him and then stilled as he swept his hand into his boxer
shorts, grazing her beautiful body. The hottest scene in the movie flashed
across the screen. Bumps pebbled across her skin as sexual tension ramped
between them. He could hear the static sound of a breaking transformer arc
between them. Grasping the elastic, he peeled his boxers down off her hips, and
cupped her bare mound.

“What
are you doing?” She moaned, her hands gripping the leather.

“Giving
you what you need.
Your choice, bareback or covered.
And yeah, I’m clean.” He lifted his hips and drew down his shorts. His
throbbing cock rested between the globes of her perfect ass. He reached over and
grabbed a condom from the stash he’d brought with him.

“
Bare
.”Ailyn rose, slid her hand over his girth, guiding him
in. A low throaty moan escaped her lips as she fully seated her pussy on his
cock.

“Darlin’,
you don’t know what you do to me with your hot little pussy wrapped around me.”
Seth paid homage to her breasts, teasing them with his fingers, while he nipped
her neck. Ailyn riding him reverse cowboy was so hot. He trailed a hand down
the flat of her stomach until he reached her satin folds, dripping with
wetness. She hitched a breath as he flicked her button.

“Tell
me what’s happening in the movie.” He rocked his hips up, spearing into her.

“I…
uh
.
They…they’re—fuck
that feels so good. Right there, don’t stop.” Her legs trembled.

“That’s
a nice byplay of the movie.” He nipped her heated skin and drew his tongue up
her spine to the nape of her neck, biting on the slender column.

 
“
Hmm
.
Love those little sounds you make.”

Ailyn
leaned forward, bracing her hands on the front of the recliner and pushed back.
Her skin slapping against his groin echoed in the room. Forced to abandon her
breasts, he settled for delivering a few smarting blows to her sweet ass while
he watched his dick disappear into her perfect pussy.

“Fuck,
babe, your pace is going to make me shoot hard.”

“I
need-I need, more, harder.” She rocked harder, her body tense. Seth pulled her
off of him and
stood,
he tossed the pizza boxes off
the table and bent her over the cool glass.

“That
is a sexy position. You
still doing
that yoga
darlin’?”

“
Mhm
.”
She wiggled to toy with her clit as he surged home, deep seating. She let out a
scream as he pumped into her, his swiveling punch and momentum making her speak
in foreign tongues.

“Hard
and fast hate sex for you as ordered.” He threaded a hand around her neck
giving her the safe violence she craved. She leaned her neck into his curling
fingers, her pussy drenching his cock with every stroke. Seth felt her body
near the edge, he pressed his fingers over her windpipe, cutting her air off,
as he rammed each inch of his cock into her decadent body. Letting go, he repeated
the cycle, depriving her a second longer than the last each time.

The
way she got off on the euphoric high of orgasming without oxygen was such a
turn-on. Careful not to do damage, he sent her spinning over the edge, releasing
her throat to hear her sweet scream of completion before tumbling over the
cliff himself. Thick jets of cum drenched her walls, mixing with hers. The
heady scent of sex clung in the air. Seth gave her one last swat on each side.
As she stood, their combined juices dripped from her. He ran his hands between
her toned thighs, catching the fluid and massaging it into her skin, up to her
wet pussy, around her ass, cupping the firm globes.

“Seth.”

She
sidestepped him before he could slip his fingers inside her drenched core. With
reluctance, he backed off. They returned to the leather seats. He opened the
chest to the left of him and pulled out a blanket. Without a word, she climbed
onto his lap and kissed him softly. He nipped her lip and wrapped his arm
around her as she settled into him. The movie came to an end. After getting
comfortable, he clicked on the remote for the next disc to play.

“Hate
sex is totally overrated,” she mumbled into his neck.

“Don’t
worry,
I’m sure you’ll have a reason to want another
round soon.” Smiling, he trailed a hand down her arm, unable to quit stroking
her baby soft skin.

“
Mhm
.
Or you me.” She nipped his neck and slid her fingers into his hair. If she
wasn’t careful, she’d wake the demon again. The nickname she’d given his dick
all those years ago still brought a good amount of male satisfaction and pride
to him.

“Oh.
I love this movie.” She slid down to lay on her side, her head on his lap while
Underworld began to play.
“Our first date and a chick
flickish action movie, the perfect date.”

“Darlin’,
wake up. Your phone is going off like crazy.” He brushed the sleep off and
shook her hard. “Wake up.”

“What
time is it?”

“Three
in the morning.”
He handed her the blaring cell phone.

“Hello.”

“What?
Calm down. No, don’t kill him. She’s bawling. Well of course she is. You’re big
and overbearing. He’s probably scared shitless. You are a professional fighter.
Ask him if he knows who you are.”

“What’s
going on?” Seth watched her warily as she gathered up her things.

“My
brother’s in a pickle. I have to go home. Can you take me to my car?” She threw
off the covers and began searching for her things.

“Quinlan
brought your car here. I sent Chandler for my truck. Crap, your clothes are in
the dryer, I’ll go grab them.”

He
slipped out of the room, ran to the laundry room and grabbed her clothes from
the dryer. When he returned, she slipped her jeans on over his boxers and put her
bra on under his shirt, while still talking to her brother.

“Thanks,”
she whispered and then returned to the conversation on her phone. “Keep them
separated and call their parents. Of course I know what to do. I’m a teacher and
a
m—, well a teacher. Jesus, Cord, it’s not like you
didn’t pull that crap at their age. Keep them apart.”

“Okay,
well tell them to zip it. I’m leaving now. I know…what you would do without me?

She
hung up her cell and threw him what he thought to be an apologetic smile. “I’m
sorry, but my brother has some kind of minor emergency. I’ll call you later.”

“Yeah,
call me when you get things settled down.” He dropped a kiss on her upturned
lips and embraced her in a quick hug. “Sure you don’t need help? I can come.”

“No,
no. Really, it’s all right. It’s just a family matter and I’ll handle it in no
time flat.”

Seth
watched her rush out of his house and dash to her car. She started the engine,
buckled up and pulled off, phone to her ear, mouth going a mile a minute.
Damn, I had wanted to wake up next to her.
Maybe
she’d call when she got everything taken care of and come back or invite him
over. A man could dream. He locked up, returned to his room and settled in for
a sleepless night.