Free Branded by Candace Havens Page B

sound. “Just sex? You think you could do that, Princess? You care way too much about everyone around you and what people think to ever have just sex. I’m your opposite. I don’t have anything else to give. I’m tapped out. I don’t do relationships. Not with lovers.”
    I chewed on my lip for a few seconds. To hell with this, I was going after this one thing.
    “Yes. You think you know me, but you don’t. The last thing I need or want right now is a relationship. I’ve got more going on than you can ever imagine. I’m emotionally tapped out. I need a release. I need fun. I need you.”
    He shook his head.
    I’m not sure why I expected him to say yes, but I pressed my case. “I can handle it. Can you? I go off to Europe in a month to see some friends. We can have some fun and then go our separate ways. I even put an end date on the contract. After July 8th, this—whatever it is between us—ends. I go to Europe and then off to school, and you continue on as if nothing ever happened. Easy.”
    “Nothing with you is easy. I figured that out the moment I met you. And discreet? So I’m to be your dirty little secret?”
    “You aren’t listening. You’re the one who doesn’t want anyone to know. I’m your dirty little secret. We’ll have to be careful. I get that. But you have to stop looking at me like you want to devour me every time we’re with my family. Someone’s going to pick up on it. If we take our frustrations out on each other, we’ll be less likely to slip up in front of my family or your sister.”
    “You know that isn’t logical, Princess. It’s ridiculous.” But he picked up the stylus and the iPad and signed the contract. Then he handed it to me.
    I bit down on my lip to keep from grinning.
    He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him. His lips found mine, and I was lost. Only the whinny of a horse brought me back to my senses. “Not here,” I whispered against his lips. “Too many cameras, thanks to you.”
    He picked up his laptop and pushed a few buttons. “No more cameras. No more waiting.”
    I snorted as I backed out of the office. “Here?”
    “Afraid to get a little dirty, Princess? Get used to it. I have five weeks to fuck your brains out, and I’m going to take advantage of every second.”
    After those words, heat flooded the lower part of my body. Like, holy hell of hot.
    “Right. Okay then.”
    He narrowed his eyes, and I understood how a tiger’s prey must feel. I continued to back up. He reached for me, and then he turned me around so that I was against his chest and my ass bumped against his hard-on.
    “This is what you do to me—twenty-four-seven.”
    God, it was hot.
    He slipped his hand under my sweatshirt and felt his way up to my breasts. I hadn’t bothered with a bra or a thong. My nipples were so hard they hurt. He pinched one gently as he nibbled my ear, dragging me into one of the empty stalls. “I don’t think I can wait another second,” he growled.
    He pushed my jeans down to my knees with his other hand. I kicked off my boots and sneakers and pushed the jeans off. He slid his fingers down my belly and into my heat.
    I gasped, and every muscle in my body tightened at once. It was too much. My brain couldn’t process that many sensations—I could only give in to them.
    The only reason I stayed standing was because he held me up.
    “I—I, oh, hell.” What was it I wanted to say? He hushed me, yanking my hair back and attacking my mouth with his. It was nothing short of an assault, his tongue darting in and out in the same motion of his fingers. I’d been ready for him since before I even walked into the barn. His fingers hit the back wall of my pelvic bone, and my orgasm came hot and fast. I groaned into his mouth as muscles tensed and quivered around his fingers.
    “More,” I begged without really knowing what I was asking for, and at the same time praying he would give me everything.
    “Put your hands up on the stall door and spread your