The Dare Collection April 2019. Nicola Marsh

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СКАЧАТЬ on her father, losing her virginity to a man of her choice, while I’d got a little something for myself for once.

      It hadn’t ended up being a big drama, not now the virginity issue was being handled by those fake certificates.

      I didn’t need to go back for more.

      Yet that didn’t stop my stupid cock from hardening at the mere thought of those few hours or at the idea of reliving them.

      Repeatedly.

      When she’d unleashed herself on me, her curiosity and passion had combined into a force that was as unstoppable as it was irresistible. It had blown my fucking mind.

      I’d never thought that a virgin exploring a man’s body for the first time could be so erotic.

      She’d started hesitantly then had gained confidence, becoming utterly fearless. Watching her bloom had been the hottest thing I’d ever seen. And knowing that I was a part of that had only made it hotter.

      I stared out the windows, my goddamn cock getting harder at the sight of her and the memories that kept unreeling in my head.

      I should go to a bar. Find a woman. Fuck away the need.

      But the idea left me cold.

      I didn’t want just any woman. I wanted her.

      On the diving board Imogen leapt but, instead of a graceful dive, she drew her legs up under her and wrapped her arms around them, bombing into the pool like a teenager, water going everywhere.

      Then she surfaced a moment later, grinning like she was having the time of her life.

      I moved before I could think better of it, shoving the huge sliding glass door open so I could step outside, the sound of the music deafening.

      She had her back to me, gripping the tiled edges of the pool then pulling herself out.

      A wooden sun lounger sat nearby, the speaker and laptop she was using to stream the music sitting on it.

      I bent and hit a button on the laptop, cutting off the sound.

      Imogen, who was now standing on the side of the pool, water streaming down her lovely body, turned around. ‘Hey, who did—’ She broke off, blinking as she saw me.

      Colour rushed into her face and a smile like the sun coming out turned up her mouth. Then just as quickly the smile vanished and she frowned. ‘You’ve been avoiding me.’

      That fleeting smile, bright and instinctive, hit me in a place I wasn’t expecting, a place I hadn’t realised was vulnerable.

      Fuck.

      I scowled. ‘Why would I avoid you?’

      She shrugged then raised her hands to her hair, squeezing the water from it. ‘I don’t know—you tell me.’

      The movement lifted her breasts, the thin fabric of her bikini pulling tight, drawing attention to those sweet little nipples. They were hard, the wet material outlining them perfectly.

      I’d tasted them, rolled them in my mouth, tugged on them with my teeth. She’d liked that. I could still hear her cries of delight in my ears...

      Christ, I could not be thinking shit like that. There was no need for a repeat. I had other, more important things to do with my time.

      ‘I’ve been busy,’ I growled, irritated both with my stupid cock and the need I felt to explain myself to her.

      ‘Too busy to even say hi?’ Her arms dropped and she wandered over to where I stood, apparently not caring that her bikini was very small, very wet, and I was getting very hard. ‘That’s kind of a dick move, Ajax.’ Mercifully she folded her arms. ‘I mean, I’m not asking for flowers and chocolates and love songs. A “hi, how are you doing” would be fine.’ Her brows drew down. ‘Or is vanishing usual for guys after they’ve taken a girl’s virginity?’

       She called you, asshole.

      Yeah, and I did not like it. Not one fucking bit.

      ‘You’re my prisoner,’ I said flatly. ‘Prisoners are lucky to get food and water, let alone computers, libraries, pools and loud music.’

      ‘No need to be a bastard.’

      ‘I’m your kidnapper. What the fuck do you expect?’

      She stared at me, her green eyes sharp. ‘I know why you’re angry. You’re annoyed because you wanted me to come and say hi to you, right?’

      Caught off guard, I couldn’t think of a single response.

      ‘Because all you had to do was say,’ Imogen charged on, not waiting for me to speak anyway. ‘I was around. It’s not like I’m going anywhere.’

      Holy shit. The bloody woman thought I’d been hanging around waiting for her to approach me?

       She’s right though.

      No. Why would I do that? If I wanted something and it didn’t interfere with my plans I went the hell out and got it. I didn’t wait.

       But you wanted her and did nothing.

      ‘Like I said, I’ve been busy.’ I gave her a hard stare. ‘And I still am so turn your fucking music down so I can concentrate.’

      She searched my face, her expression turning into something like...understanding. ‘It’s okay, I get it,’ she said, even though I had no idea what she was talking about. ‘But you told me not to hold back and I didn’t. So why are you doing the same thing now?’

      ‘Holding back?’ I shoved my hands into my pockets, the need to grab her needling at me like an itch I couldn’t scratch. ‘What the fuck are you talking about?’

      She let out a sigh, like I was being particularly dense, then closed the distance between us, reaching out to brush her fingers over the fly of my jeans. ‘You’re hard, Ajax.’

      I stilled, her touch electric, stealing my breath. It took every ounce of will I had not to take my hands out of my pockets and take her on the pool tiles.

       You can’t. You can never have what you want.

      ‘I told you all I’d give you was a couple of hours,’ I forced out between gritted teeth, ignoring the voice in my head. ‘And I fucking meant it.’

      ‘I know. But...you still want me.’

      I couldn’t deny it, not when the evidence was pressing hard against the front of my jeans. ‘I told you that what I want doesn’t matter.’

      A crease appeared between her brows. ‘And I told you that it does. Seriously, Ajax. How does us having sex interfere with the safety of this city? My virginity is gone and you’re dealing with the medical proof. Dad’s never going to know. So what’s the problem?’

      The problem was the catch, and there СКАЧАТЬ