Free Come Monday by Mari Carr

the power of his look. “You really are a naughty girl. I was planning on letting you come tonight, but perhaps it would be a more fitting punishment to make you wait.”
    “I’ll behave. Just please, can we go upstairs?”
    He made no move to exit the car and, for a moment, she felt an overwhelming desire to scratch his eyes out.
    “Open your legs and pull up that silly skirt.”
    She would have laughed at his distaste for Teagan’s clothing if she weren’t so thrilled by his command. She slowly pulled her skirt up as her legs drifted as far apart as the car seat would allow. He watched as she bared herself to his gaze and she was amazed by her lack of modesty.
    “So beautiful,” he murmured as he placed his hand on her thigh, just above her knee.
    “Please, Will. Touch me. I’m dying,” she insisted.
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    He chuckled softly. “No, you aren’t dying, although the French do refer to an orgasm as la petite mort …the little death. Perhaps if I touch you here…” His fingers moved slowly through the dusting of hair covering her mons, seeking out and finding her clit. He began lightly rubbing the sensitive flesh and her hips instinctively began thrusting forward, in search of more.
    “Hold still,” he demanded.
    “I can’t,” she said breathlessly. “It feels so good.”
    “You need to listen and do as I say, Keira. You’re only adding to the punishment you’re going to receive later.”
    Who cares?
    She placed her hands in his hair, dragging his face forward, wanting his lips on hers. It had been so long since she’d been touched like this. Hell, she’d never been touched like this. His skilled fingers seemed to know exactly where to stroke, how hard, how fast. He moved his thumb to her clit, increasing the pressure as he paused with one finger at the entrance to her pussy.
    “Put it in,” she begged.
    “You aren’t allowed to come until I tell you to,” he said, slowly sliding the single thick finger inside.
    “Oh God,” she cried out, relishing the feeling of his thrusting finger and caressing thumb. How could he make her feel like this? His lips caressed her cheek, drifting down to place soft, moist kisses on her neck. She felt the pressure of her orgasm build as he added a second and then a third finger.
    “Will, I can’t—”
    “Not until I say, Keira.”
    She closed her eyes, throwing her head back, trying to hold off the inevitable.
    “Can’t. Can’t,” she chanted as he increased his pace, his fingers fucking her hard and deep.
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    “Can’t stop!” she screamed.
    “Come,” he whispered as she flung herself into the raging inferno, her body trembling with the relief of her orgasm.
    She remained still for several moments, trying to assimilate what had just happened to her. Her past experiences with sex had been nothing like that. She was certain she’d never climaxed with such force, with such an intense, glorious impact. It was quite simply the most amazing moment of her life.
    Her eyes drifted open and she saw Will smiling at her, his fingers still firmly enclosed inside her.
    “Okay?” he asked.
    She couldn’t express how wonderful she was feeling, so she merely leaned forward and kissed him. When they broke apart, he pulled his fingers from her as she whimpered, the slight movement on her sensitive inner muscles teasing her with yet another orgasm.
    “No,” he said, covering her legs with her skirt. “No more of that until we get inside.
    Damn, watching you come could become an addiction for me.”
    “I don’t mind,” she teased as he laughed.
    “I’m sure you don’t. Let’s go in.”
    As they entered his apartment, Will forced himself to recall the promise he’d made to her in the restaurant parking lot. He’d sworn not to make love to her tonight and, though his body rejected that vow, his mind appreciated the wisdom of it. Over the course of their evening together, he’d come to realize how much he needed this relationship to