Free The Lottery by Alexandra O'Hurley Page B

eat, and there
is no one here to cook our meals, and since you obviously have been too occupied
to start something yourself, one of us had to cook. Should I have poisoned it?”
    “Well, sarcasm doesn’t help either.” Karlyn just stood staring
back at him, not knowing what else to say. His smile and banter through her off
balance, and her knees felt wobbly as he continued to stare. The butterflies
that had been swarming in her belly since the first time she had laid eyes on
him began again, as fear crept into her core and heat swirled in her mound. His
hot gaze alone was enough to ignite the fires of desire in seconds. And she did
not know how to react to him, especially considering his hot and cold
mentality. One moment he made her knees weak, the next he made her feel as though
she might crawl into a corner and hide.
    “All I wanted to do was to make a nice dinner for you. Is that
against the rules?” She noted his slumped shoulders, and wondered if their
bickering was tiring him as much as it was her.
    “I just wonder at your motives.”
    “Does everything have to have a motive? Do you have a motive for
every action you take? You don’t seem the heartless wench under that doe eyed
exterior, but perhaps you have been hiding the inner bitch?”
    “Ethan Spears, you are a brute. Take my half of whatever junk you
are cooking and shove it sideways up your ass. I can’t believe anyone would
spend ten million on a ticket to spend even one moment with you.”
    As soon as the sound escaped her lips, she regretted the words
and hoped he did not realize what she had just implied.
    Stalking towards her, she felt rooted to the spot she stood in.
Heat coursed through her body with the look of need that flickered in his eyes.
Grasping her hips and pulling her close once he reached her, he lowered his
head, lips mere inches from her mouth. She felt him thicken against her stomach
and need spiraled through her.
    Looking up at his face, seeing the emerald depths of his eyes
glaze over in lust, she mentally begged for that mouth to descend on hers once
more. She felt her toes push forward ever so slightly, in order to make his
capture effortless. Smelling the sweet hint of cinnamon on his heated breath,
her tongue came out to swipe her lips, a silent plead for him to continue.
    “Well, get over it, baby, because you were evidently hard-up
enough to spend it, and now you are stuck with me.”
    Her face red with humiliation at his cutting words, she breathed
in a deep breath of shock. Karlyn stared at him and his gall, before pushing
him away. She was indeed stuck with him for the next year, but her
embarrassment subsided once she recalled his heated cock, long and hard,
against her belly. Looking down, she saw he was still hard and hot. Knowing she
affected him as much as he did her squashed some of her embarrassment.
    Suddenly realizing he had not caught the implication that she had
not been the one who had paid the money for his ticket, she sighed inwardly in
relief. Seconds later she had to bite the inside of her lip to prevent herself
from telling him just that as renewed anger over his little show flooded her.
She wasn’t sure if she was angrier over the way he had played her or in her
reaction to him.
    “Yes, you are sooo right. I guess I was really hard-up, as you put it, to buy a ticket. But I have
so learned my lesson. And as usual, with my luck, I bought a lemon.”
    Ethan stopped stirring the skillet at that comment. “A lemon?”
    “Yes, a lemon. An old expression my grandmother once taught me. It
means you didn’t get what you paid for.”
    Ethan turned towards her. “I can remedy that for you. Do you want
me to lick between those thighs of yours until you cum? Or would you rather I
ram my cock into your pussy? You want to lean over that chair over there and
bare your ass for me, I can do it right here for you. I am under contract to perform
for you whenever the mood strikes you. Is that your thing? You like to