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His eyes turned darker and full of promise. “The second kind. It clung to your body, and the neckline revealed a tease of your tits. You opened the door and winked. You told me you were ready. You turned and reached for your clutch, bending over, your curvy ass in the air. You had no panty line, baby. I growled at you that you’d been a very bad girl. You laughed and went to walk past me, but I grabbed you, walked you toward the sofa, and told you that you wore a bent-over-the-sofa dress, and that’s exactly what I was going to do.”

Her fingers trembledagainst her lips.

“Then as you were over the sofa, I yanked up your red dress. You weren’t wearing knickers. You were soaking and all mine.”

Her voice pitched. “What did you do?”

Strike smirked. “I stared at you, waiting for you to beg me.”

Heat burst between her thighs. His eyes locked with hers as she waited. He thumbed his lower lip as hers parted.

“And then?”

Strike toyed with the strap of her pyjama top. He twisted it around his finger. The top tightened around her breasts, her nipples pebbling against the thin material.

“And then,” he groaned in her ear, “I spanked your butt and told you how naughty you were and that your punishment was your mouth wrapped around my cock.”

“That wouldn’t be punishment.”

“Is that right?”

She writhed against him.

“Fuck, I want to play with you and do the things I’ve imagined. But you’re not ready yet.”

She reared back, and he grabbed her hip and yanked her closer.

“I’m not going to go straight from hearing you struggle with touch to fucking your mouth.” Wetness collected in her pyjama shorts. “I’m going to build you up until you’re begging, until all your panic and fears are so overwhelmed that you crave my touch. I want to make this work.”

“Promise?” She held out her palm.

But he pushed it away and signed his name against her nipple. She gasped at the sensation and ground herself against him. “I’m going to have fun with you tomorrow.”

“But what if I’ll never be okay? What if your touch is too much?”

“Then we keep trying, or we’re a couple who spends time teasing in the ways we need.”

“That won’t be enough for you.”

“Millie, I don’t care if it takes a lifetime, but I’m going to prove that whatever you give me is enough for me.”

CHAPTER 40

Strike

Strike sat on the decking under another beautiful blue sky.

He shook his head as he recalled his conversation with Millie in the early hours.

He’d shared his dark side, and she’d lapped it up. Her arousal as she cuddled him kept him hard and awake for hours.

But it also gave him planning time.

He’d meant everything he said. He didn’t care if he never got her sexual side.

He just wanted her.

But the way she’d responded to him, how she hissed and her pupils dilated when he signed his name against her nipple, left him quaking. It took everything not to tug down her pyjama shorts and sign his name with his tongue against her pussy.