Free Claiming Their Cat by Maggie O'Malley Page B

Maybe he’d let his guard down if he thought she wanted to stay with him, if she made him think she believed he would keep her safe? If he trusted her, escape would be so much easier—when she figured out the plan.
    Of course, playing the part would earn her an Oscar. She didn’t think she could do it because she was a terrible liar. It took all she had to pull the wool over Alvarez’s eyes, but she was never this close to Alvarez except—when she was beneath him. A shiver of revulsion rolled through her. Eight months and she still hadn’t succeeded in her original mission. She’d failed everybody in more ways than one.
    “You’re thinking too hard, sugar.”
    Hard? Hard was his cock pressing against her backside. Hard was trying to ignore his slight rocking, knowing he was dragging the head across her skin. Hard was trying to ignore his swirling thumb. Hard was figuring out how to make him stop.
    “I promise to go to sleep. Please, leave me alone.”
    “I don’t think so. You’ve got me riled up. I can’t go to sleep in this condition.” He nudged against her with his cock.
    “I didn’t do anything. Don’t blame me for your pervertedness .”
    “Oh yes, sugar, you did this to me. You’re sexy as hell, smell like spring flowers, and I am going to spank your pretty ass if you call me a pervert again.”
    He scooted down, pried his hand between her legs. His fingers slipped between her folds, plunging hard into her. G od it felt so good. He kissed her neck, caressing it with his lips and tongue, sending shivers along her spine.
    “So tight, my little Cat. I can’t wait to slide inside your silky pussy, drag the head of my cock along your tight sheath.”
    Think Cat, it’s now or never. Do you allow him seduce you, so you can seduce him later? Buy some time.
    Before she could decide, he rolled out of bed. Well, that made things easier. The rummaging in his bag made her turn. What in the heck was he doing? She faced away again and prayed for an answer to her dilemma. The bed sagged under his heavy weight. Her breath caught in her throat waiting for whatever he was planning.
    She feigned sleep, tried to ignore him.
    He didn’t spoon her to him, so she let out her breath with a soft whoosh. Maybe he had decided he didn’t really mean all those things he said about her being sexy.
    She yelped when something cool pressed against the crack of her ass.
    “Relax, little girl. I wo n’t hurt you.”
    This was so wrong. “Please don’t do this.”
    He laughed. “Tell you what. If I can’t make you come by fucking your sweet ass with anything but my cock, I’ll never lay another finger on you.”
    Okay, if he didn’t use his cock, that would be good , because there was no way in hell it would fit anywhere inside her, especially her ass. She’d take that bet with limits, of course. “How long? I wo n’t give you forever.”
    “Oh, I think it will only take five minutes.”
    “And you can’t touch my…you know.”
    “Your pussy and your clit?”
    “Yes.” She couldn’t remember ever saying those two words, and if so, it was never in mixed company.
    “Okay, but if you come within five minutes, what do I get?”
    “Nothing, because that will never happen.”
    “Aw, my sweet Cat. If you come, you will let me fuck you in that sweet ass of yours.”
    Um, hell no. That was never going to happen. “Okay. Deal.”
    “Up on your hands and knees.”
    “What ? That wasn’t part of the deal.”
    “The deal was not touching those two sensual body parts that you can’t even bring yourself to say, but you will say them soon.”
    Damn. She had to learn to negotiate better when she was dealing with Rio. Of course, she didn’t know if she could anticipate anything concerning sex where he was concerned.
    “A deal’s a deal. You wouldn’t renege on a deal, would you?”
    In a skinny minute if I thought I could get away with it.
    But she couldn’t get away with it — this time.
    Cat rolled onto her side