Free September: Calendar Girl Book 9 by Audrey Carlan Page B

And one week.”
    Excitement and relief poured through my veins. He was caving. All for a single kiss. I wanted to jump in the air and do a touchdown dance, but I settled for a mental fist pump. “Fine.”
    Blaine took his cell phone out of his pocket, and I held my breath. He pressed a few buttons and lifted it to his ear. “The girl. Take her home. Set her free.” After a few beats, he listened. “No, you cannot have her. Do not touch her in any way. I find out she’s been damaged, it will be your life on the line. Have her home within the hour.” He smashed a button on his phone and tucked it into his breast pocket. “It’s done. Your friend will be home soon.”
    I nodded and sucked down the remainder of my wine. Thank God. Ginelle would be safe. For now.
    “I shall enjoy my kiss tonight when I drop you off. Then you will have one week to come to me. In the meantime, your friend will be let go and we will enjoy the rest of our dinner. Eat up. You’re going to need your strength for decision making this week.”

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    W hen we arrived at the hotel, Blaine walked me up to the room. “Give me the key.” He put his hand out and palm up.
    I shook my head. “Maddy’s in there with her fiancé.”
    “Don’t you have your own room?” He stepped closer to me, and I took two steps back until I was plastered up against the wall. Not a good position to be in. I wanted to be in control. Otherwise, he could take it further than I could stomach.
    “You’re not coming in. Remember our deal—a single kiss.”
    He pressed close, his hands going to the wall beside my head, caging me in. His eyes had darkened, turning a golden shade of green and yellow. I used to love watching his eye color change, especially when he was turned on. Now, I felt dead inside.
    “Oh, pretty, pretty Mia, I always remember the details of every negotiation.” His head got close, and I could feel his breath against my face.
    I closed my eyes and thought about Wes, about how I was doing this for Ginelle, for my dad, my sister, and to give me time—the one thing that had not been in my favor since I started on this journey nine months ago.
    Blaine’s lips were warm and moist as they touched mine briefly.
    Wes. Forgive me.
    With slow movements, I lifted my hands to Blaine’s waist and stroked up his hard chest. He groaned and nipped at my bottom lip. I returned the gesture by nipping his top and tugging it into the wet heat of my mouth. We always used to play first before getting to the good part. Blaine pushed into me, his cock long and thick against my hip, digging in. One of his hands moved down to my breast, and he squeezed. I opened my mouth to object when he delved in. His tongue wasn’t tentative. No, this was the kiss of a lover who knew when to give and when to take. A familiar dance partner. He moved his hand down to my waist, circled around my bum, and pulled my lower half into his, grinding against me. I couldn’t help it. I moaned. It had been over a month since I’d had any kind of sexual relief, and even though I hated every second, his movements and the way he touched me were powering through my brain into the pleasure center where Wes lived.
    Suddenly, I wasn’t kissing Blaine. I was devouring Wes. I lifted my hands to cup his smooth cheeks, and I licked into my man’s mouth. Tasting, teasing, enjoying the lush, drugging swipes of his tongue against mine. My imagination supplied Weston’s scent, the ocean and man mingling together into a chaos of need and want. I thrust my hips and dipped my tongue, sliding along the surface of his body as if I were a snake coiling around its prey. Wes.
    “God, I missed you, baby,” I said into his mouth.
    He moaned, and ribbons of heat filled my body, setting me aflame. His hands were everywhere, sliding under my dress, gripping my ass. He moved his hips, that hardness pressing perfectly against my O-trigger. I gasped and hiked a leg higher, digging my stiletto into the meaty part of