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“No,” he says firmly. “I’m not having sex with you
because you’ve never been told no. Which means, you’ve been treated like a
piece of ass for how many years, and you’ve become okay with it. Hell, you’ve
probably convinced yourself that you like it that way, but you’re special… I
think you’re special.”

He moves his hands to the top of my shoulders, and
gently caresses my shoulder blades.

“I’ve enjoyed our time together the past two days.
I like you, Tessa, and despite what you may be thinking, I want to sleep with
you. I want to fuck you hundreds of different ways, in every place I can
imagine. I want to own you, but I want you to want to be owned first.”

Wow.

His words entrap me and for the first time ever, I
think I want to be the other half in a relationship. I want to be Jaxon’s.

“Someone's messed you up and you think all you
deserve is random hook ups and a dick to get off on. Well, I’m not that hook up.
I’ll gladly be the dick you get off on, regularly, but that will have to wait
until you’re ready… and I’ll know you’re ready when you decide to use a
different word than fuck when referring to us being intimate. I’m not opposed
to fucking, but that’s not the only kind of sex there is.”

Jaxon moves in and gently kisses my forehead. I’m
lightheaded from the feel of his lips.

“You can stay or you can go. I’m not going to force
you to sleep here after what just happened. If you want to go, I’ll call you a
cab to make sure you get home safe. If you want to stay, we can share the bed
and go to sleep. The choice is yours, but I really hope you decide to stay.”

I look into his eyes and I can’t imagine walking
away right now, and that scares me more than anything.

“I’ll stay,” I let out in a faint whisper.

He kisses my forehead again before moving to his
dresser. I watch him pull out a t-shirt from the second drawer before tossing
it in my direction. I slip it on over my bra and crawl onto his bed, slipping
under the comforter. I lay on my side, facing away from him. I feel a dip of
the mattress, letting me know Jaxon is getting in bed, too. His arm wraps
around my stomach and his chest pushes up against my back, spooning me.

This is a first for me. I never share a bed with a
man. I’ve definitely never spooned with a guy, not even Mikey. It surprisingly
feels good to be in his arms. I feel his nose in my hair as I hear him inhale a
deep breath.

“You smell terrific. I’m going to enjoy waking up
to you.”

I don’t know what to say to him. This is all new
territory for me, so I decide not to say anything at all.

“Goodnight, Tessa,” he whispers into my hair.

I smile at his words. It’s been a good night, and
I’m glad I spent it with him.

“Goodnight, Jaxon.”

His arms squeeze me impossibly closer to him and
his warmth radiates through my skin. I don’t remember much afterward because my
eyes start to drift closed. Within minutes I’ve fallen asleep in Jaxon’s arms,
the only place I want to be.

Chapter Six

Kinky

My eyes flutter open from the bright light coming
through the open window. My eyes open and adjust to the room and I realize I’m
not at home. Last night comes flooding back to me.

Seeing Jaxon at the restaurant… then the motel… our
picnic under the stars… coming back to his apartment and almost fucking on his
bed. There’s that dirty word again, fuck. I remember the shockingly sweet
speech he gave me before we went to bed, and the way he held me before I fell
asleep.

Last night was one of the best nights of my life,
and I barely know the guy.

I look over to the spot next to me in bed, and
Jaxon’s not there. I move my eyes to the clock on the nightstand.

1:09 pm.

Shit.

I’ve slept half the day away. I wonder why Jaxon
didn’t wake me? I wonder where he is? Did he leave the apartment? Is he in the
shower? Are Piper and Ryan still here?

Instead of continuing to ask myself questions I
cannot answer, I get up to find out for myself. I look around Jaxon’s room for
my dress, but it’s nowhere to be found. I don’t want to walk out of the room in
just his t-shirt, especially if his roommate is here.

I open the top drawer of his dresser, looking for
something to put on. I see a folded stack of boxers and I grab a pair. My eyes
drift, looking at the contents of the drawer. Boxers, socks, undershirts,
handcuffs-

Handcuffs?

Why does Jaxon have handcuffs in his top drawer? He
is a kinky bastard. I let my mind wander to all the things he can do to me with
those handcuffs. Maybe he really isn’t a prude. I just hope I get to find out
what he uses them for.

I close the drawer before Jaxon can walk in and see
me rummaging through his things. I leave his bedroom and walk into the living
room. I still don’t see Jaxon.

I hear noise coming from the kitchen, so I try
there next. When I walk in, Jaxon is pouring a cup of coffee. He’s in a basic
black t-shirt and jeans. His hair is damp, probably from showering.

Great. He looks like a million bucks and I look
like I could be asking for money on the street. I watch him put the coffee pot
back in place and reach in the fridge for creamer. It’s the same kind I use.

Maybe we are meant to be together.

I watch him for a few more seconds before his head
lifts and he turns towards the entryway.

“Good morning, sunshine.”

“Great,” I moan. “You’re one of those morning
people, aren’t you? I’ve read about your kind. You wake up before dawn, work out
before work, and you probably enjoy eating a balanced, nutritious breakfast.”

He laughs at my rant.

“You are aware it’s the afternoon, right? That
hardly makes me a morning person.”

“Yes, but we went to bed practically at dawn.
You’re up, you’ve showered and you look… it’s just not fair how you look.”

He hands me the cup of coffee he just made. I watch
him move to the freezer where he grabs a prepared bowl of ice cream with a
spoon hanging from the side.

“Follow me,” he commands.

We leave the kitchen and sit down on the sofa in
the living room. I watch him as he places the bowl of ice cream on the coffee
table and turns to me.

“I hope I prepared this right. It’s not everyday my
house guest has coffee with ice cream for breakfast.”

I stare at him.

I just stare.

I don't have any idea what to say. I didn’t think
men like him existed. In the last five minutes, he’s managed to do the most
thoughtful thing that has happened to me in the last six years.

“You’re quiet this morning. Are you more alert once
you’ve had your bowl of sugar, sunshine?”

He’s teasing me. His morning banter is so natural,
I feel like we’ve known each other for years, not two days.

“Pinch me,” I whisper to him.

“Why would I pinch you?”

“Because, you can’t be real. Last night, you protect
my virtue, or lack thereof, and today, after only knowing me for two days, you
have my breakfast ready and waiting for me. I must be dreaming, because no guy
normally does this shit.”

“Maybe I’m not a normal guy.”

I tilt my head and raise my eyebrows in amusement
at what he’s just said.

“You know what I mean.”

I take a spoonful of ice cream and let it sit on my
tongue. The coolness hits the spot and I‘m instantly more alert. I take a sip
of my coffee to feel the comforting warmth. I didn’t think it was possible, but
he’s prepared my coffee better than I do.

I finish my breakfast in silence while Jaxon reads
the newspaper. Every so often I can feel him watching me from the corner of his
eye. When I finish with my ice cream and coffee, I stand up to go put them in
the sink.

“Nice boxers,” Jaxon yells from the living room.

“You like?” I ask when I walk back in from the
kitchen. I do a girly twirl so he can get a full view of his boxers on me.

“You look hot. Much better than the way I look in
them.”

“Thank you, but that’s debatable. I’ve seen your
body and it’s nothing to get shy about.”

Jaxon sets the newspaper on the coffee table and
gets up from the sofa.

“We should get your stuff together so I can drive
you home. I have to work in a little bit.”

I’m a little disappointed that I won’t be spending
the day with him. I have the night off from Ryder’s tonight so I was looking
forward to spending some time with him.

“Okay.”

“Your clothes from last night are hanging in my
closet. I washed them this morning,” he says as we walk into his bedroom.

“I was right, you are a morning person,” I gasp.
“That’s it, we can’t be friends.”

He laughs at my sarcastic comment. “Lucky for you,
I’ve set a higher goal for myself. Friends just isn’t going to cut it with us.”

“That’s right, I forgot. You want to own me, but
you won’t fuck me.”

I grab my dress and shoes from the inside of his
closet. I place them on the bed and look up at Jaxon.

“Why is it so hard for you to believe that I want
to fuck you?” Jaxon asks me.

I place my hand on my hip, “Because you had your
chance last night, and you didn’t take it.”

“I explained why I didn’t last night. I thought you
understood. It wasn’t easy for me to stop, but I had to… for you.”

I think about his words for a second, but it still
doesn’t add up. I mean he has handcuffs in his underwear drawer, for goodness
sake. This is not a man that is worried about using a woman.

I walk past him and over to his dresser, opening
the top drawer. I pull out the handcuffs and dangle them in front of his face
with my pointer finger.

“The man who has handcuffs as a sex toy is worried
about the fact that I’ve never been told no?”

His face turns white, as his eyes stay focused on
the silver bracelets I’m dangling in front of me.

“How did you know I have those?” He asks worriedly.

“I saw them when I was trying to find boxers to
cover up with this morning. Don’t worry, your secret's safe with me.”

He pulls his hand through his hair; I’m starting to
see a pattern with this. This is his nervous tick.

“It’s not what you think. Those aren’t for…” Jaxon
pauses. It’s obvious he’s not sure what to say.

“These aren’t for what, Jaxon? These aren’t for
sex. Are you trying to tell me you don’t use these in kinky foreplay? I’m a
little disappointed.”

His facial expression changes and the color starts
to come back to his face.

“Disappointed… huh. Are you implying you would want
me to use them on you?”

What is wrong with this man? He won’t make a move
on me, but now he wants to flirt with me. Tease me.

“I guess that doesn’t really matter since you made
it very clear that you aren’t going to touch me until you, what was that again…
oh right, until you own me. News flash, Jaxon, I’m not a piece of property. You
can’t take ownership of me and then sell the deed off when you’re done.”

Jaxon walks over to me, slowly, seductively. My
eyes stay on his the entire time, never loosing eye contact. I feel the
handcuffs being loosened from my grip, and now Jaxon has them in his hold.

“I never said I wasn’t going to touch you, I said I
wasn’t going to fuck you. I need you to see that what we have between us is
real. Until then, you’re right, I’m not going to fuck you.”

His hand reaches out to grab one side of my head as
his face moves to the other side. I can feel his hot breath against my ear. It
creates tingles running down my skin.

“Do you trust me?” He whispers, huskily.

I know I shouldn’t trust him, I barely know him and
he’s given me no reason to trust him. In fact, he’s constantly playing the hot
and cold game, like we’re a bunch of middle school kids. But I do trust him and
I want him to know that.

“Yes,” I squeak back. I can barely recognize the
sound of my own voice.

“Good. I think you’re so feisty this morning,
because you’re still hot and bothered from last night. You weren’t able to
release all the tension that was built up between us. I’m going to fix that.”

He pulls me into him and I’m caught off guard. I
grab on to his shoulders for balance. Jaxon moves us over to the bed and lays
me down on the mattress.

“You’re right, I do need release, but you must be
rocking a serious case of blue balls from all the dry humping we did.”

“I took care of that this morning. I jacked off in
the shower, thinking of your incredible body the entire time. I only wish I
came in your mouth instead of shooting against the shower wall.”

I can’t believe he just admitted that to me. I’m
probably clinically insane; because that line was one of the sweetest things
anyone has ever said to me.

“Now, close your eyes,” he demands.

I obey immediately. I feel the cool metal of the
handcuffs against my warm skin before he clicks a bracelet in place. He tugs my
arm gently as I hear the metal drag against wood. Then I feel the other silver
bracelet being cuffed against my other wrist.

“You can open your eyes now.”

My eyes flutter open and I instinctively try to
move my hands. I am cuffed to something. I tilt my head back to see that the
chain of the cuffs is looped behind a wooden rod on his bed frame. I move my
eyes back down to him.

“As fun as it is to have limited mobility, you’ve
had your fun. You can un-cuff me now.”

“Nope,” he says to me as he moves on top of the bed
to straddle my lower legs. I feel the palms of his hands touch my calves; it
feels like a bolt of electricity just shot through my body.

“What are you doing?” I whisper huskily, as my eyes
roll to the back of my head. Jaxon’s hands are drifting up the inside of my
thighs, creating the most delicious feeling.

“I’m helping you with your tension, I think you
need to climax.”

I moan at his words as my core starts to stir to
life.

“I thought you weren’t going to fuck me.”

Jaxon removes the boxers and his hands move to the
trim of my lace thong. I feel his fingers gently move to rub my clit in circles
over my lace panties.

“Shit…” I whisper.

“You better start thinking of another word to use,
otherwise we may never have sex.” His fingers stop rubbing me in circles and I
feel him grab hold of my lace panties. In one quick tug, he removes them from
my body.

My hands try to move to grab hold of him, grab hold
of something, but I’m completely restrained.

“I’m a man of my word, Tessa. I’m not going to fuck
you, but I am going to make you come.”

Mother. Fucking. Holy. Shit.

I almost come from his words alone. I’ve never been
with someone so in charge in bed. I didn’t think I would like something like
this. I suddenly wonder where men like Jaxon have been all my life.

He pulls his shirt slowly up above my waist,
revealing my bare bottom half to him. I arch my back in an uncontrollable need
for him to touch me.

“Un-cuff me… please. I want to touch you.”

That’s when I feel Jaxon’s lips touch my stomach.
He starts to kiss, suck, and nip the sensitive skin around my belly button. His
tongue darts in and out, mimicking what I want him to do to my pussy.

“Please,” I moan.

“I can’t do that, Tessa. I’m barely holding on to
my self control,” he murmurs against my skin. “If I let you touch me, I won’t
be able to stop. No more protesting, let me give this to you.”

His mouth moves lower down my body. I feel his lips
kiss my lower stomach, my pelvis, and then he kisses my clit.

“Oh… fuck,” I scream from the sensation. As quickly
as his mouth is on me, it’s gone. I’m about to scream in frustration when I
feel his tongue lick my slit, sliding up until he reaches my clit again. His
tongue starts to make slow circles and I can feel my orgasm start to build.