Hold Me - Anne Marsh Page 0,9

someone who lives and plays by a wilder, freer set of rules. Someone who’s willing to play my favorite game.

I toss the excess pillows to the floor, then gently push her down onto the closest sofa. I keep one hand pressed lightly against her shoulder. We’re just playing, but my heartbeat picks up like I’ve just run a marathon after a month of couch time.

I frown down at her. “Do you know why I pulled you over?”

She bites her lip as she looks up at me with wide eyes. “Was I going too fast, sir? On your private property? I know I’m not supposed to be here, but I just wanted a little peek.”

Fuck me, she’s amazing.

“Step out of the car.”

She pouts, her lips drawing up deliciously. “I can be good. Can’t you just check my license? Let me off with a warning? I could—”

She trails her fingers down her throat to the sweet hollow beneath her breasts.

“Out.”

She shivers visibly at the hard note in my voice, her nipples puckering beneath the sequined fabric.

Wrapping a hand around her wrist, I pull her to her feet and point toward the wall. The skin I touch is soft, her pulse beating an urgent rhythm beneath my fingertips. I let go.

“Up against the wall. You’ve earned yourself a search.”

When she hesitates, I give her a stern look.

“Now.”

She meets my eyes then makes her way over to the wall, dragging her feet. Her face is adorably pouty. The urge to kiss her and move straight to the sex is almost unbearable, but I restrain myself.

Once she’s facing the wall, I move up behind her. “Naughty girls get put in the corner, don’t they?”

She snaps something uncomplimentary and I grin.

“Left hand here.” I tap the wall.

She slaps her left hand against the spot I’ve indicated. “I don’t think this is necessary.”

“Sir.” I trail a finger down her spine. “You call me sir.”

“You’re not the boss of me,” she grumbles.

But she moves her right hand into position without my telling her to. Her legs are squeezed together.

I insert my leg between hers. “Legs apart.”

Her defiant “Make me” has my dick hard.

“Let’s strip you down.” I pull her dress up and over her head. She helps me slide it free of her arms. I press her palms back against the wall and toss the dress away. We don’t need clothes between us.

“Let’s see what you’re hiding from me.” I run my hands down her arms and she gasps and jumps. “Hold still or I’ll use the handcuffs. Tie you up so you have to take whatever I do.”

She shudders, muttering something. Such a bad girl.

“It’s not nice to accuse someone of being a tease.”

I drop down into a crouch and run my hands up her legs. She’s toed her cute little sneakers off at some point, which leaves her with just a thong. It’s a cheerful little scrap of yellow nylon that hides nothing. I have a thing for panties. They’re like a bow on a present someone’s picked out just for me.

I make a stern sound. “Wider.”

I help her ease her legs wider, angling my shoulders between them. My fingers stroke over the fabric covering her pussy.

“Sir—” Her breath catches. “Is this necessary?”

“Shh,” I tell her. “This isn’t up for discussion.”

I run my hand down the outside of her thong, firm enough that she can’t mistake what I’m doing. She’s holding her breath now, focused completely on what I’m doing to her or on our game. Probably both. She’s hot and damp, pushing herself into my hand. I caress her with my fingers, then push deeper into the slick folds. I can feel the little heartbeat starting in her clit.

She rises up onto tiptoe. “Are you done? Can I go now?”

“Stand still.” I rise with her, dragging my hands over her ribs to cup her breasts. “You could be hiding something from me.”

“I wouldn’t,” she whispers.

“You can’t,” I correct her. “But I’m going to push your panties down and find out. Is there anything you want to tell me?”

She shakes her head. “Do it, sir.”

I drag her thong down to her thighs and then I push two fingers into her, finding her clit with my thumb. She groans and I listen, but it’s not stop that she’s saying. We’re good. She drops her head against the wall as I work her with my fingers. I can feel her trying not to come, but she’s not the one in charge of her body right now. She’s let