“Sorry it took me so long,” Tag said as he put his cell phone and wallet on the small breakfast counter before making his way over to the chair he had planted himself in earlier.

“Mmm hmm.” Pretending to dismiss his comment, McKenna couldn’t tear her eyes away from the phone although she wasn’t seeing a damn thing on the screen. All of the letters had blurred together, her mind wandering to other things immediately.

Like what he planned to do next.

Or what she wanted him to do next.

“Are you doing ok?” he asked after he situated himself into that casual pose of his.

“Fine. Why?” she asked, looking up at him for the first time.

“Just making sure you’re still willing to go through with this.”

Crossing her arms over her breasts would only have him giving her that questioning stare as if she was trying to cover herself, so McKenna chose to put her hands down to her sides. With more brazenness than she thought she had, she managed to uncross and then cross her legs again while she was at it, noting the way his eyes lingered between her thighs just a little longer than expected. “There isn’t anything that you can do that’ll have me changing my mind.”

Nothing.

Had she known his intentions originally, she might have given this more thought. Now that she was here, she fully intended to fulfill her end of the contract, even if it killed her. The sexual tension was thick between them, and honestly, she wanted to see where it led them more than she wanted to back out from this small dose of humiliation.

“Be careful what you wish for, darlin’.” Tag’s dark, sultry tone sent a torrent of sensation flowing through her bloodstream, instantly making her nipples harden.

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She wanted to challenge him to push her, but she got the feeling he was about to do so anyway. The harder she pushed, the harder he would push back and right now, McKenna didn’t trust herself not to go a little too far.

There was no way she could deny wanting him. She’d been enthralled since the very first day she saw him and overcome with a bad case of lust ever since. So, honestly, this opportunity gave her a chance to get closer to what she truly wanted.

Tag Murphy in her bed.

Or his.

“I’m game for whatever you can dish out, darlin’.” Mocking his choice of endearments, she curled her fingers into her palm, praying he didn’t see just how nervous she actually was.

“Spread your legs,” Tag insisted and the room immediately heated several degrees. This wasn’t the laid back country boy she’d been privy to earlier. This man was dead serious.

God, she loved watching him lose control.

She didn’t move a muscle, nor did she smile. She was unable to do anything except breathe. The intensity in his gaze spoke of hot, lustful promises, and McKenna wasn’t so sure she wouldn’t beg him to touch her if he kept this up. Controlling him was going to be as impossible as controlling her own hormones where he was concerned. Pushing him, on the other hand, was a given.

“I’m not going to tell you again.” Only his mouth moved. Not his hands, not his head. He was sitting in that chair, stone still, yet McKenna could feel the tension coming off of him in waves.

Slowly she uncrossed her legs, and she was instantly wet. It took several seconds before she managed to spread her knees apart, her clit throbbing with anticipation. If he would only touch her, they stood a chance of making it through the rest of the day before one of them lost it.

A battle of wills was what this was. Two dominating personalities, both intending to push the other to the breaking point did nothing, except promise a firestorm that was likely to blaze out of control.

“Touch yourself, McKenna.” Back was that laidback Texas drawl, but his voice belied the stiff way he held himself.

She pondered his instruction for a moment, wondering whether she could actually go through with it. At least if she did, she could relieve the tormenting ache that had taken up residence between her thighs.

Dropping her cell phone onto the cushion, McKenna eased her hand between her legs, making sure he could see everything she was doing.

~*~*~

Tag had the hard on of the century, and the self-inflicted pain was damn near more than he could handle. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from McKenna’s long, graceful fingers as they separated the soft folds of her pussy, sliding between her labia. Fuck. He wanted to throw himself to his knees before her and bury his face between her legs, licking her clit until she screamed his fucking name.

She was tormenting him, and she knew it, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. When McKenna began to moan softly, Tag knew he was in for it.

“Don’t come yet,” he demanded, his voice thick with the desperation flooding his veins. “I want to watch you.”




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