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She takes a breath and moves to place the next pan in the oven. As soon as she shuts the door and turns, I lift her up and place her on the counter. I only need ten.

“What are you…”

Her question falls as I shove her legs apart and bury my face between her thighs, licking up all her sweet honey. I love her taste. Love how fucking thick and swollen her lips get for me. And the sounds she makes. Her hands tugging my hair. Her pussy eagerly trying to ride my mouth. Fuck, it’s sexy.

“Need you to come, baby.” Now.

I draw her clit into my mouth, my fingers pressing inside her heat. She breaks apart. Riding my mouth like a prized racehorse. Claiming her victory as she crosses the finish line, screaming my name. Now it’s time to claim mine. I rise up, shoving down my boxers and wedging right between her legs.

Her eyes are still closed. She’s still struggling to catch her breath. Before she comes down from that orgasm, I’m going to give her another one. I thrust into her, sliding through her slickness. Melting into the tight warmth. She feels so good. The perfect fit. It’s almost indescribable, but it’s like her pussy was made for me.

“God, you feel so good,” she moans.

“Not as good as this pussy feels.” I pump into her, trying to go slow, but it’s impossible to ease off when my dick is near the edge. Her nails dig into my shoulders, wanting it faster. And I lose control. The tightness drawing up the end of my dick. Exploding the moment her pussy clenches.

Her gasped moan hits my ears as her head falls back against the cabinet. I’m right there with her, swimming in the heat. My heart pounding as I pump out every last twinge of pleasure. I try to gather myself. Try to make sense of the feelings forming. But I can’t. I never fall for women. Definitely not this fast.

“A girl could get used to being held captive,” she teases, making me laugh. “Getting to bake cupcakes. Getting multiple orgasms. I think you might be stuck with me. I don’t ever want to go back.”

It almost sounds like there’s truth in that statement. I hope there is, because I don’t think I can let her go.

CHAPTER 9

Xandra

“Ineed to go into town to get some groceries and supplies,” he says, coming into the bathroom and peeing as I take my shower. He’s gotten awfully comfortable with me, hasn’t he? Seventeen days of being locked up together with nothing to do but talk and have sex—lots and lots of sex—will do that.

“Can I go with you?” I ask, bracing myself as he flushes the toilet. But thankfully, the water doesn’t turn to ice. “I’d really like to get out of this cabin. I want to eat in a restaurant and shop. I could really use some clothes too, and can we stop at the store so I can get the ingredients to make more cupcakes?”

I want to make my famous strawberry ones for him.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

I poke my head out of the curtain.

“Why not? I promise I’ll pay you back for everything when I get home.”

His jaw is tense. “It’s not the money. I would never let you pay for a fucking thing.”

“Then why can’t I go?”

“Someone might spot you and inform your dad of your whereabouts.”

“Just so you know, no one in town likes the man.” He was never very nice to them. They all thought something was off with him and his men. There were so many times people asked me if he was treating me okay. I think Dotty wanted to adopt me, but my dad told her no.

“I’m not taking the risk,” he states.

I’m getting the sense that there’s another reason he doesn’t want me to go.

“You don’t trust me, do you?”

He thinks I’m going to try to make a run for it. I can see it in his eyes. I shut the water off and reach for a towel, covering myself before I climb out. My mood has turned to ice.

“You could make a run for it,” he admits the real reason.

“I thought you knew me better than that.”

He should know by now that my feelings for him are real. This isn’t about me being his captive anymore. At least, for me it isn’t.