Free The Prize by Becca Jameson Page B

internally from the unnerving thought
     that perhaps he could see my deepest secrets with just a look.
    “Submit to me.”
    I giggled, breaking the intensity. How many times did he intend to use that line with
     me?
    He didn’t move, his face unwavering.
    I swallowed. He was serious.
    “We’re so good together.”
    I nodded. That was indisputable.
    “Give it a chance.”
    “I did.”
    “Give it another chance.”
    “What if I say no?”
    He slowly lowered his hands down my arms and reached for my waist. And then he lowered
     them farther to cup my ass. He held my gaze while he gathered my skirt up inch by
     inch with his fingers until my ass was half bare.
    I held my breath, willing him to touch me. Willing him to make me feel like he always
     did. Willing him to chase away my demons if only for a moment.
    With one hand, he held my dress bunched in his fingers. He smoothed the other hand
     over my ass and reached between my legs from behind to stroke his fingers through
     my folds.
    My knees buckled. I tipped my head back and let my lips fall open. His touch unarmed
     me every time. Like a trigger. I fell under his spell. Was I submissive?
    I separated my legs farther without him asking. I didn’t care anymore. I had nothing
     to hide from this man. My body craved his touch however he would offer it. If I made
     it easier for him, so be it. I refused to be embarrassed.
    He pushed two fingers into my tight channel, infuriatingly slowly.
    I moaned, a sound that came from deep within me. My knees gave out.
    He held me up with his other hand, wrapping it around me in a heartbeat without removing
     his fingers from my pussy.
    My vision blurred as I stared unseeing at my ceiling, savoring his touch. Memorizing
     every motion as he fucked in and out of my pussy using a pace nothing like the frenzy
     of our earlier bathroom tryst.
    I sucked in a sharp breath as I reached the edge, and his fingers disappeared from
     my sheath.
    “No,” I blurted, jerking my head upright and trying to focus on his face. “Oh God.
     Parker. Please. Don’t stop.”
    “Admit you’re submitting to me.”
    I shook my head. “Please,” I begged, my voice lower.
    He lifted me by my thighs and hefted me up to his waist. “Wrap your legs around me.”
    I did as he asked, grabbing his shoulders to keep from falling backward.
    He pushed off the counter and padded across the room toward my bedroom. He pushed
     open the door and continued across the room until we reached the bed, never breaking
     eye contact.
    As he lowered me onto my back across my queen-size bed, I hoped he wouldn’t mind that
     my mattress was less than perfect. It was good enough, probably the most expensive
     item I owned. But not top of the line by any stretch.
    He said nothing as he pushed me farther across the bed by the waist and crawled up
     between my legs. He was still fully dressed. Hell, so was I.
    Except for my panties.
    Angling us at a diagonal, he inched back down my body, spread my legs with a grip
     on my thighs, and lowered his face to suck my clit.
    I arched off the mattress, moaning louder than before, instantly back on the edge
     of an orgasm that needed release.
    Seconds later, his mouth was gone.
    I groaned. “Parker. God. Please. Stop teasing.”
    “Submit to me.”
    This again? I lifted my face. “Fine. Whatever. God, just… please.” He totally misunderstood
     my reasons for not turning my free will over to him. I wanted to. Damn how I wanted
     to. I wasn’t even opposed to it. And I was super clear I was submissive, at least
     with him.
    But there was no way in hell I would give in permanently. For more reasons than he
     would ever know, the most important of which was that I needed him to believe I was
     unwilling so he would give up eventually and move on. I couldn’t keep him in my life
     permanently. This had to be a fling. I could enjoy it for a while. I could even submit
     for a while. But in the long run, this wouldn’t work. It