The Dare Collection April 2019. Nicola Marsh

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       CHAPTER FIFTEEN

       Ajax

      IMOGEN RELAXED BENEATH ME, her luscious body hot and pliant. She’d turned her head on the lounger cushions, her cheek flushed, strands of hair stuck to it. Sunlight struck gold sparks from those strands and the thick, soft lashes that rested against her skin.

      She was panting.

      Her pussy was clenching tight around my cock and I could taste her from where I’d bitten her shoulder, her skin salty and sweet. I could see the mark my teeth had left there too, a small bruise already darkening her pretty skin.

      A dark, possessive satisfaction spread out inside me.

      I’d marked her. She was mine. I wasn’t listening to that fucking voice in my head telling me that I didn’t deserve her. That she was somehow the start of the slippery slope I was going to fall down.

      It didn’t matter. I’d have to let her go eventually but, until then, she was completely and utterly mine. And it felt good. It had been a long time since I’d had anything that was mine. If I ever really had.

      I eased out of her then put a hand on the back of her neck, pressing lightly. ‘You okay?’ I’d been rough and demanding and she was, after all, extremely inexperienced.

      ‘Yes,’ she said in a scratchy voice. ‘In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever been better.’

      I smiled. My little one was as insatiable as I was.

      ‘Good.’ I pressed a little harder. ‘Wait there.’

      I got off the lounger and went into the house, getting rid of the condom in the downstairs bathroom. Then I went back outside.

      Imogen was curled up on the lounger cushions and as I approached she turned her head, looking up at me from underneath her lashes. She smiled, green eyes dancing in the sunlight.

      That thing that kept catching me in the chest caught me again. Harder.

      She turned over, lying on her back, then she flung her arms up over her head and stretched, her back arching, her toes pointed like a dancer.

      So fucking sexy. I was hard again, instantly.

      ‘Little one,’ I murmured. ‘Are you trying to kill me?’

      She opened one eye, clearly pleased. ‘Is it working?’

      ‘Maybe.’ I grinned. ‘Are you up for more? Because I’m not finished.’

      Her eyes glittered, the hunger in them in no way diminished by the two orgasms I’d already given her. ‘Good. I was hoping you’d say that.’ She rolled onto her side, facing me. ‘Tell me what you want next.’

      Perfect. She was absolutely goddamn perfect.

      I put her onto her back next then came over her on my hands and knees, my head between her legs so I could eat her out. Then I had her suck me at the same time, telling her she couldn’t come unless I did.

      She managed the task pretty well considering I had my tongue in her pussy the whole time, proving that the woman could clearly concentrate extremely well when given the right incentive.

      After we’d recovered, I gathered her up into my arms and took her inside to the en suite bathroom next to my bedroom. Pulling her into the shower, I washed her, running my hands all over her satiny skin before lifting her up and fucking her slowly against the tiled wall until she sobbed with pleasure.

      By that stage the day was edging into late afternoon and she was starving, and so was I. So I took her down to the kitchen, where I made us both a BLT.

      She insisted on watching me closely as I cooked the bacon, her bright eyes alight with interest. Then she demanded to have a turn pushing the bacon around in the pan so I handed the spatula to her and let her try.

      ‘Please tell me you’ve at least cooked something,’ I commented as she poked at the bacon.

      ‘Nope,’ she said, completely unashamed. ‘Not a thing. Dad had a lady who came and cooked for us. I never even thought about doing it myself.’ She gave the bacon another poke then looked at me, her pretty face beautifully flushed. ‘Can I cook something tonight? Like...an egg or something? I’ve never even boiled one.’

      I leaned against the kitchen counter. ‘You didn’t learn how to do it in school?’

      ‘No. I didn’t go to school. Or high school. Dad hired tutors for me.’