L. A. Mischief (19 page)

“You can get them later.” I sniffed, not willing to concede the game to him just yet. “I’m not going anywhere like this.”

“Good,” he said. “Just like I want you. Barefoot and naked in bed. All greased up and ready for me.” David grinned down at me. As though to remind me of just how ready I was, he slid a stiff finger up my ass that was still oozing his come. I squeezed my legs together, locking his hand in place. I squirmed to push him in further.

“Didn’t you miss me, even a little bit?” he asked.

I wasn’t going to be mollified that easily. The prick had
scared
me. “Don’t tell me you went AWOL. Is the SWAT team going to come busting down that door?”

David’s grin was devilish and seductive as hell. His finger wiggled inside me.

“Well?” I growled. I was flushed with desire.

His grin never slipped. “I’m afraid I wasn’t exactly truthful. The conference only lasted a week. It ended early this afternoon. I caught the first flight home. I wanted to surprise you.”

“Surprise? Is that what you call dragging me out of a warm bed in the middle of the night through the freezing cold? You scare the shit out of me—” I froze as it hit me. “And you lied to me?”

“You sorry I came back early?”

I opened my mouth to berate him some more. But I remembered how he had made me feel as he drove me mad with mouth and his hands and his delicious cock. How could I resent someone who would go to such lengths to do that? He drew me against him and I took advantage of his closeness to tweak a nipple. I caught a whiff of that unfamiliar cologne again.

“What the devil are you wearing anyway? Since when did you give up Kenneth Cole?”

“They were giving away samples at this mall we stopped in for lunch. I knew you’d recognize me instantly if I wore my regular stuff. I borrowed the hotel soap too.” He nuzzled my right nipple, biting me gently. I moaned. “I could switch if you like it.”

“No, I gasped. “Don’t bother. Where are we anyway?”

“Big Bear. I didn’t lie about taking the two weeks off. I booked this cabin for us for a week.”

“A week?” I sat up. “I can’t stay up here a week. I have clients—”

“Already taken care of. Becky’s going to handle all your work for the next week. Besides,” His grin widened and grew mischievous. “I’ve got you at a bit of a disadvantage.” He waggled the blindfold overhead. “You won’t get far with just this covering you. They’re predicting snow tonight.”

I glared at him. “That is so not fair.”

He leaned forward and trailed his wet mouth across my smooth chest, flicking his tongue over my other nipple, which instantly swelled and hardened. “Haven’t you heard, all’s fair in love and war.”

“You are so dead, mister.”

“Yeah, but what a way to go.” He dropped the blindfold on my chest. “Come on, if it’ll make you feel any better you can do a little role reversal.”

I licked my lips and stared down at my rapidly rising cock. I scooped up the blindfold. “What kind of role reversal?”

He guided my hands to his face where I shakily secured the blindfold.

“Why don’t you decide that?” He groaned as I wrapped my fist around his cock. “You’re in charge, after all.”

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