Jackson was enjoying every second of this, for unknown reasons. “Maybe I’ll get a sister soon. Sister Vanilla.”
I grabbed the towel sitting on the counter and threw it right in his face. “Go fuck yourself.”
He pulled it off his face with a laugh. “I’m getting to you. And that’s how I know I’m right.”
When I got home, she already had dinner on the table. “You’ve made yourself at home pretty quickly.” Without thinking about it, I hugged her waist and kissed her the second I walked through the door. The action was too normal, too domesticated for my tastes, but I did it anyway—and I liked it.
“Actually, I’ve kinda fallen in love with your kitchen.”
“Really?” I was into some weird stuff, but I’d never had a thing for stoves and microwaves.
“It’s so beautiful. Look how big it is.” She walked from the refrigerator to the opposite cabinet, taking fifteen steps from one place to another. “And these granite countertops…” She ran her fingers along the surface. “I’m excited to cook in here during my stay. It actually makes me a little happy that I got robbed.”
“And it has nothing to do with the sexy stud sharing the space?” I loosened my tie and wrapped it around her neck so I could pull her toward me. My hand immediately tightened on the fabric because the action was such a turn-on. If only I could throw her back on the counter and fuck her while choking her at the same time. God, that would be heaven.
“No.” She tried to hide her smile as she teased me, but the corners of her lips pulled up on their own.
I tightened the tie around her neck but didn’t restrict her airway—even though I wanted to. “Oh, really?” I slowly pressed her into the cabinet, my hard cock defined in my slacks. I pressed it against her stomach so she would know just how much I wanted to fuck her.
The muscles of her stomach tightened when she felt my thick cock. “Maybe a little…”
Whatever she was making on the stove smelled incredible, but my stomach took a back seat to my other organ. “I want dessert before dinner tonight.”
“Bad boy.”
The cords in my neck tensed at her wordplay. She was so good at dirty talk, and she didn’t even know it. “You should punish me.”
“And how should I punish you?” She ran her hands up my chest until they circled my neck. The tie was still hooked around her throat, blue contrasting against her white complexion.
I knew exactly how I wanted to be punished. “Slap me.”
The fire of desire lit up in her eyes, but immediately, it was snuffed out. “No. Get on your knees and press your face between my legs.”
“Not a punishment.” I grabbed her wrist and squeezed it. “Slap me, sweetheart.”
Her eyes darted back and forth as she looked into my eyes, trying to determine if I was serious.
“Do it.” My breathing came out uneven at the prospect of her small palm colliding against my skin. I wanted to feel that smack, that burn at impact. I wanted to feel her ferocity like last time. “Punish me.”
Her hand shook as it remained on my neck. Then she pulled it away and slapped me, but lightly. It was nothing like before. This lacked fire. This lacked intent.
“Slap me like you mean it.” I gripped her thighs and squeezed harshly, forcing her to cooperate with my demands. “Now.”
Her lips parted slightly as her breathing increased. That familiar flush took over her face, tinting her cheeks until they were rosy. Her green eyes danced in jade fire, the bruising of her skin almost unnoticeable. She pulled her hand back and slapped me—hard.
Fuck, that was good.
My mouth crushed against hers, and I lifted her from the counter at the same time. I carried her into the living room and threw her on the couch. My hands gripped her skirt and pulled it to her waist before I yanked her panties off, practically ripping them.
My mouth was eager for that sweetness, for that taste of vanilla between her legs. Now that was all I could think about when I looked at her, how soft and sweet she was. The nickname was once used as an insult, but now, it was the sexiest thing in the world.
I pressed my mouth to her entrance and sucked, wanting all of her in my mouth at the same time. I spread her knees wide apart and dominated her, taking exactly what was mine to enjoy.
Rome dug both of her hands into my hair, fisting the strands and pressing my face farther into her pussy. She rocked her hips against me, wanting my tongue deep inside her. When I circled her clit aggressively, she moaned so loud I thought my neighbors across the street might hear.