Page 111 of My Sweet Poison
I could force her to stay, lock every door, but eventually she’d find a way out. Unless she didn’t want to.
Skylar never made me work for a damn thing. Madison made me earn every inch, and that was the difference.
“Did you love her?” Madison asked as I pushed her knees apart.
“No.” I pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee.
“What are you doing?” she asked when I placed another kiss a little higher on her thigh.
“I am trying to distract you and run out your clock.” I had promised honesty.
“Why are you asking me to marry you?”
“I don’t recall asking.”
“You’re right. Why are you trying toforce meto marry you?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Trying?”
She sighed. “Just answer the question.”
Sitting back, I ran my thumb over my lips and considered how I wanted to answer.
She kept her thighs open, giving me the most tantalizing view of her swollen, wet pussy.
I ran my hand back up her thigh and pressed my thumb to her clit, rubbing it in small circles. Not enough to get her off. Just enough to watch the flush creep over her throat and meet her taut, pale pink nipples.
My mouth watered, but instead of spreading her out, licking her, then fucking her until she agreed to anything I wanted, I waited.
“Our wedding will draw Jameson out. He won’t be able to resist. My last name will also give you protection. There are several people in this town who would happily kill for my brother. They’d kill for me, too, but none of them would dare lay a hand on my wife. It wouldn’t matter how much Jameson offered to pay them. My fury would ensure they’d never get to spend a dime.”
“Is that all?” Her head tilted back, eyes sliding shut.
“No, that’s not all, but your time is up. It’s my turn.”
“What do you want to know?”
I wanted to know everything about her…later. I wanted to know how someone who had been so badly used by the world could still be so sweet, so innocent, so utterly beguiling. I wanted to know why she wasn’t impressed by my money or my power and yet still seemed drawn to me. As if she wanted me and only me…just me.
But right now, I had other plans.
“I don’t want to talk.”
Her head snapped up as she looked at me, eyes wide, realizing she had walked into a trap. “What do you want?”
I pushed back from the desk. I’d planned to have her on her knees under the desk while I made calls. But then I thought of the way she’d cried my name when she thought I was dead.
“Tell me a story,” I said, pressing her thighs farther apart and pulling her to the edge of my desk.
“A story?”
“Tell me about you.”
She looked down at me, her lips parted on a little gasp as I lowered my head and ran my tongue through her folds. Her essence hit my tongue, and I groaned.
“Start talking, babygirl.” I took another taste.
“What…what…do you want to know?”
