The Dare Collection: March 2018. Nicola Marsh

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СКАЧАТЬ between us and you’re feeling awkward, forget it.’ Her gaze turned glacial. ‘I have.’

      I wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d flipped me the bird as she stalked into the storeroom and slammed the door.

      ‘Fuck.’ I dragged a hand through my hair and resisted the urge to kick the nearest counter.

      I should leave her to her snit in peace. But that was the thing about never backing down; I couldn’t stop my feet from following her even if I wanted to. And I didn’t. I wanted her to take back that last remark.

      She hadn’t forgotten our steamy encounter any more than I had. So she must’ve thrown it out there in hurt.

      And I hadn’t wanted to hurt her.

      I’d apologise for acting like a jackass. Smooth the way towards a better working relationship. Yeah, that was the plan.

      A plan that imploded the moment I entered the storeroom and saw her braced against a table, chest heaving, eyes flashing, chin tilted up in defiance.

      ‘Get out,’ she yelled, her hands balling into fists, and she thumped the table.

      In response, I kicked the door shut.

      Locked it.

      ‘Don’t you dare come near me,’ she said, not moving a muscle as I advanced on her. She squared her shoulders the closer I got, staring me down. Even when we stood almost toe to toe, she didn’t flinch. ‘You’re a boorish, idiotic, moody—’

      My mouth slammed onto hers. Our teeth clashed a little, our noses bumped. A disastrous kiss from an experienced guy like me but I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything but savouring the sweetness of her mouth again. Taunting her tongue to match mine. Exploring the crevices of her mouth like I’d never get enough.

      Her hands clutched at my shirt, like she wanted to push me away. She hauled me closer, clawing at the cotton, wanting skin.

      I knew the feeling.

      At my apartment two nights ago, I’d worshipped her body. Taken my time. A leisurely exploration that had imprinted on my brain. Every dip and curve. Every ticklish spot. Every erogenous inch that I’d licked and stroked and caressed until she’d been mindless with want.

      Now there was no time for finesse.

      ‘Hurry up,’ she growled in my ear, nipping at the tender skin below it, her teeth grazing my skin with short, sharp nibbles before she licked her way along my jaw towards my mouth.

      Sensual Abby was back and I couldn’t be happier.

      I made short work of her zipper. Pushed her panties down. And slid my finger into moist heat.

      ‘More,’ she murmured, and I was only too happy to acquiesce to her demand.

      I fished a condom out of my wallet, unzipped and sheathed myself in record time.

      I had to be inside her. Now.

      With her pants around her ankles, I couldn’t spread her legs wide so I spun her around and bent her over the table.

      Exposing that gorgeous ass.

      ‘You like doing it doggy style, don’t you?’ I slid a hand around the front, fingering her clit as I nudged at her slick folds. ‘Two times the other night.’

      ‘Too much talking.’ She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes flashing indigo fire, taunting me.

      I entered her in a smooth thrust that made her gasp.

      ‘Better?’ I whispered, leaning over her, making our fit even snugger.

      She moaned in response and wiggled her ass.

      She wanted more? I’d give it to her.

      I slid in and out. Slow at first. Wanting to drive her as mad as she drove me. But I couldn’t hang on. Not when I’d been fantasising about this for the last two days. Not when she felt better than I remembered.

      My cock pulsed with every thrust, the pressure building, and my finger picked up tempo on her clit until she was pushing back at me as hard as I was pushing into her.

      ‘So good...’ She stiffened, a moment before she let out a long, satisfied groan, as her pussy clenched around me.

      I came so hard I saw spots.

      This time, when she glanced over her shoulder at me, her smile was smug. Satisfied. I knew the feeling.

      ‘Hope that puts you in a better mood,’ she said, straightening a little so I had no option but to pull out and take care of business.

      ‘We shouldn’t have done that.’

      I knew it had been the wrong thing to say when her face fell, but she masked it quickly with a fake smile I was growing to hate.

      ‘Seems like we shouldn’t do a lot of things that are bad for us, like eating leftover croissants, but we do it anyway.’

      She sounded flippant but I heard the hurt lacing her words.

      Damn, I’d done it again. Caused her pain when it was never my intention.

      ‘Look, we need to talk this out—’

      ‘From where I’m standing, there wasn’t much talking involved, just the way I wanted it.’ She pulled up her pants and zipped up, elegant and nonchalant, whereas I felt gauche doing the same thing. ‘We don’t need to talk about anything.’

      She spun away from me and I grabbed her hand, tugging her back to face me. ‘I’ve handled this badly and I’m sorry. But we do have to work this out, Abby, otherwise it’s going to be a tough few weeks.’

      To her credit, she eyeballed me, trying to stare me down. ‘What are you really sorry for? Being a douche the whole day or not being able to keep your hands off me?’

      She packed a punch. I liked that. Liked straight shooting.

      ‘Both.’

      To my relief, I saw the corners of her mouth twitch. A mouth I remembered doing wicked things to me a few nights ago and just like that I was hard again, ready and raring to go.

      ‘You don’t have to apologise for the...sex.’ Damn, she was cute when she blushed. ‘I like it. In fact, I think we should keep doing it.’

      ‘Pardon me?’

      I could’ve sworn she’d just said we should keep having sex. Nice in practice, terrible in theory.

      ‘A fling. Short term. No strings.’ She eased her hand out of mine before I could react. ‘It’ll be good for me. Purging my past once and for all.’

      Bitterness made my jaw clench. So that was all I was. A fuckable solution to her yearlong celibacy. A way to get back on the proverbial horse. I should be flattered. Instead, all I could think was how I’d never been good enough growing up and I wasn’t СКАЧАТЬ