Her dress falls to the floor in front of the bed revealing a deep red corset and matching panties that I. Will. Tear. Off. With. My. Teeth.
If she’s nervous, it doesn’t show. “How bad do you want me, T.H.?” She swings her long brown hair around to cover one shoulder. “Beg for it,” she commands. I couldn’t resist if I tried. I take a few more steps and hit my fucking knees in front of her. This, right now, is a moment of unfettered weakness I’ve never known the likes of. Whatever it takes to make her mine. No cost is too high.
I swallow, because I’ve forgotten to do that since she undressed and because she is the fucking definition of mouthwatering. I wrap my hands around her smooth, tan thighs. “I want you, Windsor. Let me have you,” I say, looking up into her huge blue eyes. The doe-eyed innocence is gone, replaced with need…desire. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen a lot. She bites her lip and narrows those same eyes, calculating something. “I’m begging you. Let me have you,” I plead, my tone harsh. “Please make love to me.”
“One condition,” she replies.
Anything. I’ll give her anything she asks for: Diamonds, marriage, screeching kids, an ugly white fucking picket fence—all of it hers if she has me…and keeps me. These thoughts don’t even scare me anymore, because they’re true, honest. I would do anything for her. Not just to have sex with her either—because I want to. Because I need to. Because she is my future. Fuck me, I’mattached.
“Anything,” I breathe, already primed to say yes to whatever comes out of her perfect fucking mouth next.
“Always be honest with me. I can deal with a lot. You just have to be honest with me.”
Fuck.
“You don’t want me anymore? Tell me. Don’t cheat on me. You have something to say? Say it. No lies. Lies are deal breakers. Agree?”
I pause for a few beats, because how do I tell her I began our relationship on lies? That my past is full of blonde monster lies? I can’t. I’d lose her. So I give her the last lie to fill the jar and seal it tight. “I promise,” I say. And then a truth, “And just to be clear…I will always want you, Windsor. Always.” I stroke her legs travelling up to her red, wet panties and pull them aside to look at her perfectly sculpted landing strip. I scoot a little closer and kiss the top of it. The scent of her arousal hits me. My balls tighten and, if possible, my dick gets even harder.
A hot little noise exits her mouth. “We have a deal then,” she moans. “Now get off your knees and get on top of me. Where you belong.” No one can ever accuse me of not taking orders.
Standing, I back her into and then onto the bed. I notice a pink toy? Vibrator? Dildo? Sitting on top.
I pick it up. “Bob,” she explains. “My boyfriend. You remember.” I roll it around in my hand, contemplating. It could be fun—if I wasn’t strung out on the idea of being inside her. Nothing is going to take my place tonight.
“Let him know he doesn’t get to Windsor dive tonight. You and he are taking a break.”
She bites her lip, and it’s more suggestive than being straight up propositioned for sex. I stalk toward her on my hands and knees. I see red. Not only her fucking lace underthings, it’s connected to passion…lust, and God be damned…love. I drop my head and kiss her shoulder, then her chest above the swell of her breast, all the while sliding her panties off.
She throws her arms above her head, wiggling the fucking dick blockers off and kicking them across the room. “Nice distance,” I whisper into her ear.
Windsor grabs my face and forces me to kiss her. “I’ve dreamed about doing that forever. Never say I don’t go the distance for my man.” She rolls over. “Get this freaking thing off me. And fast,” she cries. My fat fingers work the laces and I’m struck with a thought. Other than the fact that her round ass is the finest specimen I’ve ever seen.
“How did you get this on?”
“Gretchen,” she breathes out, trying to help with the laces but only tangling them more. Premeditated seduction, then—I never stood a chance.
“They should sew emergency releases into this these things.” If I wasn’t so focused on fucking her, I’m sure I’d be coming up with a new corset release system in my head. She rolls onto her back.
“Break it. Just get it off me. I need you now.” I stare at her and the remnants of what covers her and I come to the only one conclusion.
“You didn’t have any kind of attachment to this did you?” I reach over to my nightstand and grab my black, extremely sharp knife and a condom, which is a new mainstay in my house. Straddling her slim legs, I think about the combination of the two things. A condom and a knife seem really fucking strange, but I don’t have the patience to think about it long.
Windsor sighs. “This ole’ thing? I hate it.” I flash the knife. She giggles. You laugh when someone holds up a knife when you’re crazy or when you have the upper hand. Windsor has both. Crazy good, of course.
“Don’t move,” I order. She licks her lips. I grab the fabric with one hand and slice it at the bottom. I toss the knife back on the stand and then grab each side of the tear and pull it apart, like a fucking stripper. It makes the most satisfying ripping sound that I can’t help the smile on my face. Now she’s biting her lip in that impossibly hot way of hers. I yank down and her breasts pop free. I slide it over her ass and toss the thing away, making sure it lands further away than her panties. I win.
She notices. “It’s not so much about distance as speed…and length,” Windsor confesses. My dick twitches to prove her point. There’s too much talking, not enough action. Grabbing the condom off the bed and waving it like a white flag, she whispers, “Is it wrong that I am so turned on right now, and I’m not sure if it’s because you’re naked or because you used a knife to cut off my lingerie?”
We’re on the same page. Same fucking word. With her lying beneath me, naked, and looking at me like I’m the fucking Hope diamond, I know I don’t deserve this.
But I’m going to take it anyway.
I snatch the condom out of her hand and have it rolled down my dick in the next second. Our lips crash together in furious need. All these weeks…months of denying each other have turned our bodies into machines, desiring only one thing: each other. Running my hand down the side of her body, down her leg, and then landing right at her soaking wet pussy, I feel so fucking stupid for not taking her sooner.
“You are so wet,” I say. I slide down and replace my fingers with my mouth. She writhes against my mouth like she’s trying to get it inside her. She tastes so good that I can’t lick up enough of her. She pulls her knees up, exposing herself in that awesome porno kind of way. I’m seconds away from losing it completely and plunging inside her.
“Maverick,” she cries. She’s begging now, and I can’t fucking stand to hear it after what I put her through to fight off my own God damned demons. She waited because of me. She got me. I kiss up her stomach and chest.
