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  “Oh, God,” she gasped in his ear, her nails raking down his back before cupping his ass.

  Unwrapping her legs from around his waist, Ardan fit them into the crook of his elbows and fucked her hard. “Can’t tell you how many times during the day I watched you walk past me and wanted to do this; how many ways I wanted to make you come!” She tightened around him and his eyes slammed shut as he pumped harder. “Mine. This. Is. Mine.”

  Sirai whimpered and bit his shoulder.

  “Look at me, Sirai,” Ardan demanded. She blinked up at him, mouth opened to form a perfect O as she reciprocated each of his thrusts. “This. Pussy. Is. Mine. Say. It.” His hand popped her on the ass and her pussy gripped him tighter. Ah, so she did like being spanked. Popping her a few more times, he watched the expression that crossed her features. Every time his palm connected with an ass cheek he could tell it pushed her closer to coming.

  He opened his arms more to spread her legs wider, and she clawed at his shoulders as she bounced on his cock. His palm smacked her ass again. “Say. It. Sirai.”

  “Ardan…Oh God…ah…”

  “Don’t hear you, baby.” He stopped and her eyes widened.

  “Yours. It’s yours, just don’t stop.”

  He shook his head. “No, say what I told you to say.”

  She groaned and wiggled but he held the position of power.

  “Ardan…”

  “Say it, Sirai.”

  Fisting his hair in one hand, she leaned up and through clenched teeth finally repeated after him. “This pussy is yours, now stop playing with me and fuck it like it is.”

  “Well, when you put it that way…”

  She was going to combust; just explode in little bitty fiery pieces. Heat raced up Sirai’s spine, coming so fast and hard that her mouth dropped open but nothing came out. At some point when her hearing returned she heard Ardan’s chants of, “So good, so good, so fucking good,” before he thrust one last time and released deep inside her.

  Her head fell back and bumped the wall. “Ow.”

  Ardan snorted before he burst out laughing. Sirai couldn’t help it; she pressed her face into his shoulder and laughed too.

  Ardan started to say something but froze when the closet door swung open and they could hear Braedan. “Calm down woman, I’m pretty sure they’re… Oh sweet baby Jesus I’m blind!”

  “What the hell is wrong with you? Get off the floor, you jackass,” Sirai heard Candice command. Next came, “Oh…Oh, well that’s kinda nice. Um, Ardan?”

  “Yes?”

  “That is Sirai you have pinned between your dick and the wall, right? Because if not I’m gonna have to put my foot in your ass…even if it is gorgeous.”

  “Yes, it’s me,” Sirai answered.

  “Good, glad to see you took my advice. Well, Braedan and I are just gonna leave you to uh…whatever it was you guys were doing.”

  The door closed and Sirai looked up at Ardan as he tried to hold it together.

  “Not. One. Word.”

  He shook his head as his eyes watered from his effort to not laugh again. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  “So, there’s uh…something I’ve been wanting to say to you for a while now.” Ardan stood in the doorway of his kitchen, watching her as she moved from stove to counter, plating breakfast in nothing but one of his t-shirts.

  She glanced over her shoulder at him. “Yeah?”

  “I…uh…well maybe if I had said it sooner things could’ve gotten here a long time ago and…”

  Her looked turned expectant. “And?”

  Why was this so hard? He knew he loved her, so why wouldn’t the words just come out? “I—”

  Sirai’s phone rang and she held up a finger. “Hold that thought.” She answered, “What’s up, Candy? Oh yeah, I am. Yeah, he is. Unh-hunh. Unh-hunh. Yeah, right now he’s trying to figure out how to tell me he loves me, but his foot keeps getting stuck in his mouth.” She winked at him. “It’s actually pretty cute. Never seen him look this flustered before. Yeah. Unh-hunh. Unh-hunh. Wait, is that Braedan I hear in the background? Candice Denise Oliver, you better not hang up on—” Sirai pulled the phone from her ear and glared at it. “She hung up on me!”

  Ardan cocked his head to the side and stared at her.

  “What?”

  “C’mere, baby.”

  A grin tugged at her full lips as she backed away, shaking her head. “No way, dude.”

  “It wasn’t a request, Sirai.”

  One brow quirked. “What’re you gonna do? Spank me again?”

  “Among other things.” Ardan stalked her around the counter.

  She grinned, her dimples winking at him. “Guess that means you have to catch me, Irishman.” Then she took off through the house and Ardan knew that when he did catch her, she was in for it.

  Nikki

  NIKKI WINTER

  When Nikki wrote her first story in the tenth grade, she knew without a doubt she was destined for greatness. Now if she could just convince everyone else…

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  Table of Contents

  Title page

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  NIKKI WINTER