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on her hips again. “Satisfied?”

I swallowed hard. My eyes had to be

bulging out of my head, and my dick was

threatening to bust through my hands like

a racehorse out of the gate. Her body

was
luscious,
and I wanted to explore

every curve and crevice.

Hell no, I wasn’t satisfied. “Now

your pants.”

She gave me a look that said
I can’t

even with you
. “Really? My pants? You

don’t want to fuck me, but I have to take

off my pants?”

“I never said I didn’t want to fuck

you.”

She pretended to think, tapping her

lips. “Hmmm. I guess it was implied

when you walked out of my apartment

without even kissing me.”

“If you win the game, you can name

your prize.”

“Ha!” She threw her head back and

laughed. Her throat was pale and slender

and made me think of more bad things I

could do to her. “You think I’ll want to

have sex with you as a
prize
? I’ll play

your little game,
Quinn Ryder
. I’m no

chicken. But the size of your ego is

staggering.”

“That’s not the only thing.”

Another dirty look.

While she tugged off her pants, I took

the opportunity to adjust myself, but the

harder I got, the more difficult it was to

conceal my dick with my hands.

“There.” She straightened up and

threw her pants aside.

My breath caught. She wore tight

little shorts that sat low on her

voluptuous hips, leopard print edged in

black lace.

In my head, a lion roared.

“So,” she said, her eyes full of

mischief. “Now what?”

EIGHT

JAIME

HE LOOKED at me like he wanted to

tear me apart. But he spoke calmly.

“Come closer.”

I hesitated, then sauntered toward

him. I had no idea what we were doing

—he was so fucking unpredictable, it

drove me nuts—but I was game for

where this seemed to be heading.

He didn’t need to know that, though.

I wanted him to suffer a little for the

way he’d teased me. If he wanted me the

way it appeared he did, why the hell

hadn’t he acted like it before?

Men.
So
annoying.

Was it any wonder I didn’t want to

deal with one on a daily basis?

“Here I am.” We faced each other—

a standoff. In my bare feet, my head was

level with his chest. He had pert nipples

the color of wine. My
favorite
color.

“Shall we see who draws first?”

“Pretty sure I have the only weapon

in this contest.”

“So let’s see it, big talker.” I cocked

my head. “Or are you chicken?”

He smiled—and dropped his hands.

I looked down—and gasped.

I couldn’t help it. There it was, right

in front of me, the Dick that Got Away.

And it was big and hard and thick. It was

one of those pretty ones, too, know what

I mean? One of those tall, symmetrical

ones planted in a manscaped yard?

Figured that Quinn would have a perfect

dick. It was probably magical too.

I was dying to play with it.

Lick it like a Popsicle. Suck it like a

peppermint. Ride it like a pony.

But I wouldn’t let on.

I met his eyes again, kept my cool.

“Impressive.”

“Thank you. Your turn.”

I tapped my cheek with one finger.

“Well, now, hold on. I have to think

about this. If I don’t drop my panties,

you win. I think I need to know what’s at

stake here.”

“Meaning?”

“What’s your prize going to be?” I

thought for sure he’d say something like

a blowjob or butt stuff, so I was shocked

when he answered in an entirely

different way.

“A date with you.”

I dropped my arms. “A what with

me?”

“You heard me. If I win, you have to

go out with me—and no sex on the first

date.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

He smiled. “Nope.”

For fuck’s sake, this was ridiculous.

He had a massive erection right now!

Why did he want to date me? Couldn’t

we just fuck like two normal adults

without feelings? He was making this

way too complicated.

I shoved my underwear down,

kicked them off, and stood up. “I win,” I

announced.

“I don’t know about that,” he said,

but his eyes were drinking me in, and his

cock was jumping between us. “I think

I’d call this a draw.”

“So what do we do?” My breath was

coming faster. Between the nearness of

his naked body, the smell of his skin, and

the way he was looking at me, I was

about to lose control. Was this on or not?

He moved closer to me, so close my

nipples grazed his chest, which sent

bolts of pure lust straight between my

legs. Moving my braid aside, he

lowered his mouth to my shoulder and

brushed it softly up the side of my neck.

“What do you want for your prize?” he

whispered in my ear.

I shivered. “You know what I want.”

“Well then, maybe we can come to

some sort of agreement…” His eyes

flicked to the bed. “On this bargaining

table here.”

Oh, it was
on
.

I licked my lips and caressed the tip

of his cock with my fingertips. “I’d like

to open negotiations.”

“Fuck.” He grabbed me and threw

me onto the bed, pinning my wrists over

my head. His hips anchored mine, his

erection trapped between us. “I can’t

think if you touch me like that.”

I wrapped my legs around him, my

heart pounding. “Thinking is overrated.

What do you say we just feel our way

through this?”

He crushed his lips to mine.

Finally. Fucking
finally
.

Ten years I’d waited for this kiss—

and by the way,
hell yes
, it was worth

the wait.

With my arms restrained above my

head, I couldn’t get my hands on him like

I’d been wanting to, but I used my legs to

pull him closer and lifted my hips

against his. He kissed me hard and deep,

his tongue stroking mine, his scruff

rubbing against my chin.

As the kiss deepened, I felt my

desire for him surging through my body

like a hurricane, gathering force and

speed and intensity. He moved over me,

rolling his hips so his cock rubbed

against me in just the right way. Bucking

up beneath him, my body begged for

more.

His mouth traveled down my neck to

my chest, and I arched my back, anxious

to feel his lips on my skin. My nipples

tingled and hardened, and I cried out

when he sucked on one, then the other,

taking the tight little peak between his

teeth and biting lightly.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Fuck yes. Bite

me.”

He groaned, swirling his tongue

around the tip before closing his teeth

around it once more and flicking it with

his tongue. It felt so fucking good—that

simultaneous sting of pain and flutter of

pleasure, plus his cock rubbing against

my clit—I could have come inside a

minute.

I like sex fast and hard and focused

on the finish—no lazy lovemaking. For

me, the best part about sex is the

aggression
of it. The chase, the climb,

the race for the prize.

I loved feeling like I couldn’t wait to

tear the clothes off a man and let our

basest urges take over. It turned me on

when a man wanted me so badly he

turned almost violent with it, like an

animal. Sometimes it made me want to

tame him—take control and boss him all

the way to the finish when
I
was ready

(and I hadn’t had any complaints so

far…most guys are happy to come

sooner rather than later). Other times, I

enjoyed being ravaged and letting them

go all alpha male on me. Either way, it

was more about the act itself and the

roles we played than the person—I

didn’t date that much and even when I

did, somehow the best sex was never

with those guys, anyway. Sexual

chemistry was always better with men I

kept at a personal distance.

But speaking of sexual chemistry.

I was burning up for Quinn Rusek,

about to combust.

“Quinn,” I panted. “I want you inside

me. Now.”

He pinched the nipple that wasn’t

caught between his teeth, making me

gasp. “And do you think,” he said,

dragging his scruffy jaw down my belly,

“you deserve to get your prize so

quickly? After you behaved so badly

today?” He clucked his tongue. “I don’t

think so, sweet pea. Turn over.”

My pulse raced. “What?”

“You heard me.” But instead of

waiting for me to do it, he flipped me

over himself and caught my legs between

his knees.

“What is this? I thought we were

negotiating.”

“We’ll get to that. But there’s the

little matter of your misdeed to deal with

first.” His hands covered my ass,

kneading gently. “Are you sorry,” he

went on, his voice smooth and dripping

with patience, “for sneaking into my

apartment to spy on me?”

“I told you, I wasn’t trying to spy, I

was—
fuck
!”

He’d spanked me so hard my eyes

watered, then held his hand over the

stinging flesh.

“Are you sorry?” he asked again.

I gritted my teeth. “No.”

Crack!
The sound of his hand

smacking my other ass cheek was as

thrilling as the sting of it, and I loved the

heat of his palm afterward.

“You are a very bad girl, even worse

than I thought. Not only deceitful,

but”—
smack!
—“fucking unrepentant as

well.”
Smack!

My ass was
on fire.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and

yanked my head up, leaning forward to

speak low in my ear. “You are downright

sinful.”

Stars danced in front of my eyes.

“Yes,” I rasped, my jaw clenched.

He traced my ear with his tongue

before biting my earlobe, his cock

pressing against my hip. “What am I

going to do with you?”

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

His grip in my hair tightened, making

me wince. “Oh yes, your prize.”

“Do it,” I hissed.
Enough playing

around.

He let go of my hair and slid his

hand up the back of one thigh. “Spread

your legs.”

I widened my knees, and his hand

slipped between my thighs, two fingers

gliding easily inside me. I was so wet

already it was nearly embarrassing, but

his next words put me at ease.

“I love how wet you are for me,” he

whispered, pushing his fingers deeper. “I

can’t wait to get inside you one minute

more.” He got to his knees and flipped

me onto my back again, this time

lengthwise on the bed.

Leaning over to the side, he took a

condom from the nightstand drawer and

tore open the wrapper. I watched as he

slid it on, mesmerized by the sight of him

and practically trembling that
this
was

about to happen.

Oh God, he’s so gorgeous—look at

that body, that face, that cock! You

know, it seems really unfair that he got

the looks
and
the big dick. If I was a
guy, I’d hate him. He’s way too

gorgeous to be real. Any minute now

he’s going to sparkle like a vampire or

shapeshift into a bear.

But a few seconds later he was

stretching out over me, positioning

himself between my legs.

Yes
, I thought, sliding my hands down

his back and over his perfect ass.
Give

me what I want. Give it to me deep and

hard and fast. Let me feel the way you

want me—every thick, hot, hard inch of

you. Let me see you lose control for me.

Let me hear you.

But he hesitated, barely inside me.

I wiggled impatiently. “Come on. Do

it.”

“Not so fast, sweet pea. There’s

something I want too, remember?”

Oh my God, was he fucking serious?

“Yes, yes, anything.” I slapped at his

butt.
Giddy-up, horsey. Let’s do this.

“Anything? Wow, you must really

want this.” He pulled out and teased my

clit with the tip of his cock. “It is going

to feel good, I promise you.”

“Please, Quinn,” I whimpered. “I

need it. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too, believe me.” He gave me

an inch. “But I want more than this from

you.”

“OK, yes,” I said impatiently. “I’ll

go on a stupid date with you. Give me

more.”

I got another inch.

“Not just one date. You have to give

me a fair chance.”

“I will, I swear,” I panted. “I’ll even

introduce you to my friends.” What?

Why the fuck did I say that?