Blackmailed Into Bed (Louisiana Liaisons 2)

He cut her off. "Can't I?" His words were nonchalant.

Amy glared. "I am not having sex with you."

One dark, arrogant eyebrow lifted. "Aren't you, babe?"

Amy seethed. "No."

Jake smiled. "Hell, yes, you are."

Amy trembled. "You can't make me--"

Jake interrupted her. "I don't have to make you. We're going to play this little verbal game for awhile, and then I'm going to make a real move on you, and you're going to cream your panties and open up for me."

Amy stood in shock at his words. She already felt herself wavering. Could he be right? Was she that easy? And would one more time hurt anything, anyway?

She stiffened her spine and continued on. "You can't treat me this way, Jake. You can't just come over here at ten at night and expect me to do what you want. It's just not right."

"This was your choice, Amy." His voice was rough. "I could have been wining and dining you for ten weeks now. You didn't want that. You pushed me away. You don't want any kind of a relationship with me. Fine. I accept that. So we do it your way. We screw each other, and then I go home. Very simple, babe." He pushed off the door and started toward her.

Amy began to hyperventilate. She held up a hand to ward him off. "Wait." God, they were back to this again. Stalking and retreating. "This isn't right. We can't just scratch an itch!" she yelled.

"Yeah, we can. Absolutely. Scratch this Goddamn itch. Look, you're obviously not sleeping with anyone, and I'm not sleeping with anyone right now." He reached out and put his hands on her shoulders. Moved them up and encircled her neck. Pressed slightly, then pressed harder. Watched her eyes widen and her breath catch. "We'll be fuck buddies." He slid one hand to her butt, the other reached down and lightly cupped a breast. "Have you ever had a fuck buddy, sweetheart?"

Amy tried to answer, but was consumed by the feel and scent of him. Her insides were turning to mush and her thighs were quivering for him already. She managed to shake her head in a negative motion.

"No?" He slid his thumb back and forth across her nipple. "Well, the concept is simple. We fuck each other's brains out." His hand clenched her butt. "No dating." He reached down between them and unsnapped his jeans. "No dinners." He pushed up her nightgown and pulled her panties to one side.

Amy's stomach clenched in anticipation. That quickly, her body became his again.

Jake continued the soft seduction. "No commitment." He put his finger in her slit and opened her up. "No relationship." He made an adjustment to his jeans and maneuvered his swollen penis to her soft, wet opening. He pressed her clit and slowly started pushing into her. He stopped at about an inch and reached down and lifted her chin so that her eyes tangled with his. "Yeah, it's good between us, isn't babe? I can feel you creaming for me. So soft and juicy."

He pushed in a bit and waited. Her eyes closed. "No. That's not allowed. Open those pretty eyes for me." Amy did. "That's good. You go to my head so fast babe. You want all of it? I want to give you all of it." His voice was brutal.

"Y-yes, all of it." She strained against him.

She hung there, panting, waiting for him to push it all the way in. But he wasn't through instructing her yet. "There's just one rule, babe. One little rule. I only fuck you, and you only fuck me. Nobody else fucks you." He pushed it in another inch and stopped. "Nobody. Else. Fucks. You." He punched out the words as he pushed all the way in. When he was seated in her completely, he stilled and demanded, "Understand?"

"Y-yes." Amy was completely mindless. Totally in his control.

The moment she agreed, he pushed his tongue in her mouth and started hammering at her. In seconds, they both exploded in mutual delight.

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Amy took a few calming breaths while she adjusted her clothing. She couldn't deny the sex was incredible. Like the sex you read about in books. Unbelievable. She watched him pull off the soiled condom and was amazed. She never knew he put one on, and certainly never thought about birth control. She needed to get a grip. She cleared her throat. "You have your rule and I have m-my rule, okay?"

He looked up from what he was doing. She was nervous. He already knew her well enough to sense that. She had no way of knowing that he would agree to about anything if she would just continue to accommodate him. She was a fever in his blood that hadn't even begun to cool off. He purposely blanked his expression and raised his eyebrows.

"My daughter can't know about you." The words were firm and allowed for no compromise.

He was irritated to feel a stab of relief. "No problem. I work the six to two shift. I have weekends off. How often does she go to Dallas?"

"Once a month. I have to pick her up at six tomorrow night." Amy succeeded in keeping her voice monotone. This was sleazy enough without him knowing she was still breathless.

Jake thought the timetable through. This was bullshit. They weren't damn teenagers sneaking around. "You get off from school at what three-thirty?" At the inclination of her head, he continued, his voice getting sharper. "And then Kayla gets home from high school. When the hell are we supposed to make this work? I'm not going a Goddamn month before seeing you again."

Amy paused and considered what she would be inviting with her next statement. She couldn't make up her mind, so she just dove right in. "She has band practice until five-thirty every day. She catches the late bus home from school. It drops her off at six."

Satisfaction clawed through Jake. This was going to work. Visions of afternoons spent in her bed pummeled his brain. Erotic images of the way she looked with her legs spread wide and his mouth between them inundated his senses.