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head with it for being such a stubborn ass. “Three nights only big boy.”
    He smiles defiantly, “I’m having you tonight Marie.”
    This is getting fun. “Okay.” If he says so. Eye roll.
    “And then again tomorrow.”
    “Sounds like fun,” I agree because it does sound fun but it’s not going to happen. “I’m going to have to decline.”
    Swooping down, he presses his lips against my neck as a hand snakes around my back and holds me even tighter to him. Every breath from his mouth sends my senses into overdrive. If any more heat pools in my stomach I’m going to be a lust filled head case and end up screwing him in the bathroom without a care for who sees. It wouldn’t be the worst thing I’ve done. Definitely one of the best though.
    “Ten nights,” ah, he’s bartering. “I want twelve nights.”
    “Which is it?” I ask breathily as his tongue tastes the skin below my ear and my hands lie flat on his chest. Such a wide chest. Ugh. I’m losing my will to remain frigid for the night. “Ten or twelve?”
    “Fourteen.” I’m pretty sure that number wasn’t an option.
    “Four,” I offer.
    “Sixteen,” his teeth latch onto the lobe of my ear. Shiver.
    “Three.”
    “Eighteen,” he chuckles and I feel the vibration through his chest.
    “You suck at haggling,” I try to laugh but it gets lost in my throat and mutates into a strangled cry when I feel his hand slip under my dress and a finger enter me without foreplay. Or is this the foreplay? I don’t care… I like it.
    We are temporarily hidden between a wall and an open door, but anybody could walk past at any moment and clearly see what we’re doing. Or rather, what he’s doing to me.
    Am I glowing?
    I feel like I should be glowing.
    His palm hits the spot as he presses his finger further into me and starts pulling his hand upwards gently. Teasing me.
    “Twenty,” he whispers with a finality to his tone and a gruff sound to his normally smooth voice. Lust… definitely lust. I think I just got wetter. “Christ babe.” He lets out a groan when he feels my sudden increased slickness and presses his forehead against mine. “Say yes.”
    “Four.”
    His eyes flash open, his pupils, like earlier during the photo shoot, are fully dilated and locked on mine. “Ten.” He starts moving his hand faster, pulling it up so his finger hits my inner spot at the same time as his palm rubs my outer spot. My feet burn, my legs shake and my hands are now gripping his shoulders so tight, the knuckles have turned white.
    Oh my god.
    “Jacob,” I moan without shame as my head falls back against the wall, exposing my neck to his mercy.
    “Marie,” he says my name with mirrored desperation against the curve of my throat. “Ten. Say yes.”
    “ No.” I shake my head, my eyes squeeze shut as I concentrate on my nearing orgasm. “Four.”
    “Marie,” he warns. “I want your word.”
    Nearly there. If he just picks up speed, just a little bit.
    “Words not working now Jake,” I pant and squeeze my legs tighter against his hand.
    All of my nerve endings come alight before speeding to my womb. This is it, finally!
    “Ten,” he bites out and grinds his solid dick into my hip. “I want your fucking word.”
    “Four, final offer,” my eyes meet his. Defiance meets defiance. Neither of us will budge, we’re both too stubborn.
    “Come for me,” he says softly and my orgasm peaks. Then his hand stops moving and a smug smile spreads across his face.
    “Why?” I almost sob as my forehead hits his chest and my hips practically hump his hand to get the feeling back. It’s withering away! No!
    “Numbers gone up now babe,” he barks and starts moving his hand again. “Fifteen.”
    Shit. “Five.” Compromise is key.
    “Fourteen,” his tongue runs across his lower lip , the sight alone makes me tremble with need, he knows how to work me. Crafty bastard. “Swear it.”
    “I hate you right now,” because his hand has stopped again, right as I