Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“It’s what you didn’t do,” I say simply. “Because you knew, and you didn’t tell me.”
“Knew what?” She reaches up to rub a hand against my scratchy chin, and our gazes lock. “I don’t understand.”
“You knew,” I say quietly, “exactly how good we’d be together. And you weren’t ever going to tell me, were you?”
Her eyes widen. Then she gives her head a petulant shake. “No. I wasn’t going to tell you. Ever.”
“How come?” I demand. “Only a bad girl would hold out on me like that.”
Her eyes darken, and she strokes a thumb across my jaw. I feel it in my cock. “I wasn’t going to tell you, Captain, because it was so obvious that you should have been able to figure it out for yourself. You do walk past my desk every day.”
“Kendrick,” I whisper, leaning in to scrape my whiskers against her cheek. “Are you trying to tell me I’m a dumb jock?”
Her chest shakes gently with suppressed laughter. “You said it. Not me.”
I take her earlobe between my teeth and give it a little bite. When she inhales sharply, I put my tongue in her ear. Her hands turn to liquid on my body, and I can see her pulse flutter at her throat.
“Kendrick,” I whisper. “It’s not nice to call a man stupid. Our egos are very fragile. And you should know that bad girls deserve punishment.”
She shivers slightly, then presses closer to me. I can feel the heat rising off her sun-warmed skin. “What sort of punishment?”
“The teasing kind.” I run my fingertips lightly down her bare back. “Bad girls get stripped down and teased. And tasted.” I slide a hand between her thighs, and she clenches her legs around my hand. “Can I demonstrate? It’s the best way for you to learn your lesson.”
She nods immediately.
“Answer me out loud, Kendrick. That’s how this problem started, right—you didn’t tell the jock what he needed to hear?”
“Right.” She clears her throat. “Okay, Captain. School me. Show me the error of my ways.”
The moment the words are out of her mouth, I tighten my arms around her and rise from the chair. She lets out a little yelp of surprise, but I’m already heading inside, toward the bedroom.
When I get there, the bed is pristinely made. It gives me great joy to reach down and yank the comforter onto the floor. Then I set Darcy down on the edge of the bed. “Let’s get this out of the way.” I nudge the straps of the world’s best bikini off her shoulders. “Off, please.”
The command has Darcy glancing up at me. She reaches around to her back and fiddles with the closure. Holding my gaze, she drops the bikini top and lets it slide off the bed, revealing herself to me. Then? She leans back on both elbows and gives me a sultry look. “Better?”
“So much,” I say roughly, because weeping with joy might destroy the tough-guy cred I’m working on. “Now, lie properly on the bed. Head on the pillow.”
She lifts her smooth legs and moves into position, just like I asked.
“Good girl,” I encourage her. I’m shedding my own shirt now. And—fuck it—my swim trunks, too. My cock stands tall at the ready, and I see her eyes travel there and stop. She licks her lips, and my whole body tightens with expectation.
But I have plans, and they don’t involve her mouth. Not just yet, anyway.
Instead, I move onto the bed and kneel, nudging her legs apart. I drop down onto my elbows, my lips skimming a trail across her tummy, right above her bikini bottom. Her stomach ripples, and she sighs.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” she says softly. “More.”
“You’ll get more when I’m ready,” I insist. I move to her inner thigh and lick a stripe across her skin. She makes another soft noise and moves her hands into my hair.
“Nuh-uh,” I say suddenly, glancing up. “No touching me.”
“Okay,” she says quickly.
And when she spreads her arms out on the bed, it gives me an idea. “Darcy—I’ve got a question for you. Answer carefully. Remember your plans for my bow tie?”
Her cheeks redden instantly. Fascinating. “Y-yes?”
“Was that just a joke? Because I’d like to restrain your hands, if you’re into it.”
She inhales sharply. “Do it.”
I sit up slowly, taking in her excited flush, and hoping she really means it. “Yeah?”
“Just said so, didn’t I?”
Can’t argue with that. Wouldn’t even want to try.
Chapter 30
You Get It Now?
Darcy
Eric stands to cross the room, and I try to regulate my breathing.
He can tie my hands to the bedpost with his new bow tie. That’s what I’d written in my DM. It had been a joke, but only sort of. I mean—it’s a top-tier fantasy of mine.
Fantasies, though—they usually don’t come true. I can’t believe I’m watching Eric borrow the tiebacks from the heavy draperies at the window and stalk toward me with the heavy satin ropes in his hands. Then he reaches for one of my wrists, which he lifts off the bed.