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“Always so curious.” He says it like he’s in awe, not like it’s a judgment. And when the popping candy lands on my breasts, I give in and arch my back. I need his mouth back on me.

“Please, Jagger.” I’m panting.

When his tongue sandwiches the candy between his mouth, and my skin, I can’t help the noises that burst out of me. Something about the fizzing, the popping, the way he works his tongue has me on the edge.

“She likes it.” Sounds like he’s saying it more to himself than to me. “We’ll have to do that again sometime, Half-Pint. But as much as I want to tease you with popping candy all day, I have other plans in mind for you.”

Chapter Seventeen

JAGGER

I want to do everything to this woman.

Every damn fucking thing.

Her responses, her curiosity, her eagerness to please, to explore, it’s intoxicating, and I want it all.

“You doing okay, Half-Pint?”

She nods. She’s not quite hog-tied, but blindfolded, hands cuffed in the small of her back, and legs held wide open by a spreader bar, and she looks like a fucking queen.

“I didn’t hear that.”

“Yes, sir.” The words fall from her lips on a blissed-out sigh. She’s so comfortable it warms the brick in my chest. The trust she’s placed in me, without question, makes me glad she met me and not some wannabe dominant who would hurt her.

When she calls me sir, it makes my balls throb. When I play with people at the club they call me sir all the time. But not like this, not the way Talia does. Something about how the words fall from her mouth makes my chest expand.

“What do you have planned for me, Jagger?”

Even the way she says my name makes me feel things. It means “one who cuts,” and considering I have a growing curiosity for pretty knives, it seems to fit.

“Do you want me to talk dirty to you, baby girl?” No matter how many times I tell myself to stop calling her that, to stop strengthening whatever that connection is that’s sparked between us, it’s getting harder to ignore. She’s so tiny, so fragile, so innocent I want to protect her at all times when I’m this close to her.

Yet when she’s not tripping over her own feet, when she’s not making herself small, she has a spine of steel, a sassy mouth, and there’s a flicker of strength in her I’d love to see her let fly.

“I like it.”

Dragging a finger through her soaking wet pussy tells me as much. “I can tell.”

She wiggles her hips. I’d love to fuck her. Even fingering her G-spot gave me a quick taste of what she’d feel like from the inside. Smooth, warm, her muscles so tight and strong. Fuck. My cock is so hard it’s weeping.

She’s so responsive it’s hard not to fuck her senseless until she doesn’t remember her own name.

“Brace yourself, Half-Pint. I’m flipping you over.” When I grab the bar, I grin. Flipping her onto her face takes less than a second, but she’s already scrambling to push herself up onto her knees. Presenting that curious little ass to me.

“What’s the matter, baby girl? Your ass feeling empty?”

Her whole body inflates and deflates with her rapid-fire breathing. “Please, I’m so curious. Please, sir. Let me see what it feels like. Please?”

This fucking woman. I can’t say no. Not when she pleads so prettily. I have a travel-sized lube in my luggage. I don’t warn her I’m squirting it between her cheeks, because her shocked gasps send shivers of pleasure through my body.

I used my pinky in the elevator, but I rub my thumb over her tight hole, working the lube in as I massage. She’s dripping, her pussy glistening like she’s been coming for me for hours.

She’s fucking perfect.

I’ve gone from wanting to destroy her for Harry, to needing to make her mine so she can’t remember why she ever wanted to be with him.

I want this woman. I want to own her every breath, explore every inch of her body, everything she likes and doesn’t.