shoulders. Tension melts away in her body as she relaxes. Leaning forward, I inhale her hair.
“Here you do. I wouldn’t want to have to punish you for disobeying,” I murmur, my thumbs rubbing into her back of their own accord.
“Out with it, August,” she says coolly. “What are your rules?”
The way she says my name in such a familiar way has some of my control slipping. My hands tremble with the urge to spin her and kiss her pouty fucking mouth. Goddamn, I need to get laid. And not by her. Definitely not by her.
“Clean up after yourself,” I tell her in gruff tone.
“Got it,” she snips. “Easy. What else?”
“You have to clean up after me too. Laundry. Dishes. Cook. The works. Earn your keep, little Winter.”
She breaks from my hold and turns to face me. Her expression is fierce and she tilts her head up to stare at me. “I’m a neat freak. I can live with that. But cook? Hope you like cereal.”
“You can learn,” I tell her in a bored tone. “Like all the other adults of the world. Think of it as practice. So you can be a good little wife one day.” My eyes roam over her cute nose and full, sexy lips.
She rolls her eyes. “You’re condescending as hell, you know that?”
My lips turn up in a devilish grin. “It’s what makes me a fucking monster in the courtroom. It’s what makes me successful in life.”
“Do you like being an attorney?” she asks, genuinely curious.
A frown chases away my smile. “It’s my job.”
“But do you like it?”
“I love it,” I bite out. “Now for my final rule. No boys.”
She snorts. “Don’t worry. I don’t do boys.” Her pink tongue darts out to lick her lips in an inviting way. “I do men.”
Heat burns through me at her words. My hand shoots up and I grip her jaw, shocking us both. Fire blazes in her chocolate eyes when I pull on her jaw, parting her mouth. Dropping my attention there, I roam my gaze over her wet, parted lips. I imagine for a moment what it’d feel like to kiss her supple mouth. She smells like cinnamon. I bet she tastes like Christmas and Hell all wrapped up in one deliciously sinful treat.
“You’re far too mouthy for my liking,” I growl. “I’m dying to punish you for it. In fact…” I slide my thumb over her bottom lip before searing her eyes with mine. Then, I push my thumb past her lips, loving her gasp of surprise that tickles along my flesh.
She grips my wrist, and for a moment, I think she’ll pull me away. Instead, her tongue runs along the underside of my thumb. My cock jerks in my slacks and a groan of pleasure rumbles through me. With her eyes never leaving mine, she wraps those fat, juicy lips around my thumb and slides up and down as though I’m her own personal lollipop. I’m so stunned by her bold move that I jerk my hand away, the pop of my thumb leaving her mouth the only sound in the room.
Her smile is positively wicked and taunting as she steps forward, twists her fist in my necktie, and pulls me close to her. “I like things in my mouth,” she says with a sultry, husky purr. “So if you’re trying to punish me, don’t give me a reward instead.” Then, the sexy look fades as she pierces me with a sharp stare. “And the next time you think you can intimidate me with your misogynistic bullshit, think again.” Her lips turn up in a devious grin. “I’m not like most women. I bite back.”
With those words, she turns on her heel, shaking her ass along the way. I draw my thumb to my lips and run my tongue along the wet flesh. Cinnamon and Hell. Just how I knew she’d taste.
Looks like Christmas is coming early this year.
And my gift is a naughty girl…one I’m going to take immense pleasure in punishing the fuck out of.
Winter
Last night I managed to avoid him and spent the entire evening studying. It wasn’t until I heard his shower running on the other side of the wall that I was able to relax. Callie warned me August was a dick these days, but she didn’t warn me he’d turn my insides to a messy pile of goo. Sure, I’d crushed on him when I was younger. It was a silly infatuation. So I’d thought. The moment I