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  “I am nice.” No, not nice. Remember, kiss of death.

  “Shut up a minute.” She ran a hand through her hair. “So I’m thinking we’ll try knitting.”

  Of everything she might have said, that one shocked him. “Knitting?”

  “I know. It’s not very manly.” She grinned, her smile perfection. “But I was talking to my mom the other day, and she’s really into it. And I remembered that contest we had in Home Ec, the one you just barely beat me in with that raggedy thing you called a coaster.”

  “Doily.”

  “Whatever. My point is, we both sucked at it. I wasn’t very good back then, and you were equally pathetic.”

  “Yet I won.”

  “Only because you charmed Ms. Dottie into letting you win. Even the great Anson Black has to have forgotten that meager skill in the nearly twenty years since middle school.

  “Look, you and I are both pretty accomplished when it comes to sports, business and hobbies. Knitting would put us on an even playing field. It’s something I know you haven’t tried since the seventh grade. I’ll admit I picked up a ball of yarn once after that. I put it right back down. Knitting is not my thing, at all.”

  “Riley. You can’t possibly be serious. Knitting? Isn’t that for old ladies? Hell. My grandmother knits,” he scoffed.

  “Exactly. It’s a blank slate for both of us. We can decide on a project together. The person who does it best by Valentine’s Day wins.”

  “Wins what, exactly?”

  “Have you not been paying attention? Bragging rights.”

  “I already have those.”

  “You also have my scathing animosity,” she coolly reminded him.

  “True.” How could he work this to his advantage? Knitting? Christ. “But I’ve been handling your temper for years.” And it left a bruise every time. “Although, with Jack and Dex pairing up with your friends, social settings could get really awkward.”

  “I know.” She crossed her arms, hiding the erect nipples he’d been doing his damnedest not to ogle.

  He put his hands behind his head, lost in thought. “So you’re saying if I agree to this knitting debacle, you’ll be nicer to me? What if I win? Then you still won’t have that closure you want.” The woman wanted to trounce him and rub his nose in her victory. He liked her even more for her competitive nature.

  “You won’t. I know it.”

  He frowned. “Knitting? That’s not that easy. My grandmother’s finger work made my head hurt.”

  “My mother’s crazy-good with her needles. She has a knitting club she goes to. But it’s not my thing. And it’s not yours either. A perfect competition.”

  “I suppose.” The answer came to him in a flash. “But you know, I need closure too.”

  “You do?” She sounded doubtful.

  He scooted closer, pleased when she tensed. “I really do. Especially after Friday night.”

  She groaned.

  “I’ll tell you what. I’ll agree to this silly knitting wager for ‘bragging rights’,” he ended with air quotes. “But…”

  “But?” Ah, she looked annoyed again.

  “But my closure involves both of us naked, wrestling around in bed. You know you want to.”

  Expecting her to deny it, he was pleasantly surprised when she swore under her breath. “Maybe I do. We have chemistry, as much as I wish we didn’t.”

  “That kiss was amazing.”

  “Yeah.” She frowned and glanced down at her lap. “So you want to have sex?”

  “I want more than that.”

  She looked up at him. “What? You want a challenge? Whoever comes first wins?”

  He laughed. “Honey, if we do it right, we’ll both be coming together.” Talking about sex made the sexual tension between them increase. “No. I was thinking we see how many times we can make the other come. Maybe push each other’s limits. Consider it an experiment.”

  “Limits? Sounds kinky.” Her gaze burned into his. “I’m not into pain.”

  “How do you know?”

  “I…” She bit her lower lip. “I guess I don’t know. But I don’t think I’d like it.”

  “You and I are a lot alike. We both like order and control. Why not see who can handle being out of control?”

  “And the winner?”

  “So this has to be a competition too?” Her scowl was answer enough. “Fine. Bragging rights.” And the reward of coming hard with his partner.

  She swallowed. He mentally groaned.

  “Well, I guess. But I refuse to fool around with you if you’re with someone else.”

  He held up his hands. “No girlfriend, wife, significant other. No one.” He paused. “You?”

  “Nope. I’m too busy for that.”

  “Me too.” He traced the delicate features of her face with a hunger he was hard-pressed to deny. “Look, you want me to knit. An endeavor that will have Jack and my cousin making fun of me for years. That’s a huge sacrifice on my part.”

  “And the sex on mine isn’t?”

  He just looked at her, gratified at the smile she tried to stifle. “Knitting is going to take time to learn, and with business being so hard starting out, and Dex dragging me off to his social crap every other second, then networking and going to meetings, I don’t have much time for fun.”

  “Me either.”

  They watched each other, weighing their expressions.

  “But I need that closure,” she said softly.

  “I need sex—with you.”

  She sighed. “I guess we could be together.” Her stare turned hard. “That’s if we keep this between us. After all the crap Ann and Maya gave me about you, I can’t turn around and admit we’re having sex. And I sure the heck don’t want the world to know the great Anson Black bagged another babe.”

  He frowned. “Where do you come up with this? I haven’t bragged about sexual conquest since—”

  “Friday night?” she asked sweetly.

  That was it. He threw himself on top of her, pinning her to the couch, more than satisfied to hear her breathy “Oh.”

  “No, Riley. I’m over the kiss and tell portion of my life. I was going to say I hadn’t bragged about sex since I first got laid back in high school. And that lasted for all of a day, until I felt horrible for making the girl cry.”

  Riley gripped his shirt by the collar. “You made her cry?”

  “Susie McCullum. Sweet girl, too.”

  “Susie was your first?”

  “Yeah.” Her eyes seemed more green now. He glanced at her mouth, taken with the plump softness. “Who was yours?”

  “Lee Bloomberg.”

  “That prick?” Captain of the soccer team and a complete waste of space. A typical jock with no brains, but Anson remembered Bloomberg had been a nice enough guy. He leaned close and kissed Riley so softly he barely felt her. He pulled back. “Was he any good?”

  “What?” She lifted her hands to his neck and toyed with his nape.

  He shivered and closed his eyes. She pulled him closer, kissed him harder, so that he felt the velvety softness of her mouth brush his.

  Christ. He didn’t want to come again in his jeans. “Well, Riley? Was he any good?”

  “Who?”

  Anson groaned. “Exactly. We’re going to have sex. Right now.”

  “Yes.” She kissed him again, and he never wanted it to end. When she pulled back, he had a hard time catching his breath. “And we do the knitting thing.”

  “Sure. Fine. Whatever.” He kissed her. “Condoms? I didn’t think to bring any. Trust me, I wasn’t expecting this.”

  “I have some,” she said shyly.

  He let her kiss her way down his cheek to his throat and fought not to crush her to him when her teeth nibbled near his jugular. “Don’t suppose you’re on the pill or anything?” He wanted to come inside her with every fiber of his being.

  “Well, I am, but I don’t have unprotected sex.” She buried her nose in the crook of his neck. “W
ow. How do you smell so good?”

  “I could ask you the same.” She took birth control. Thank you, God. “I always use protection. We’ll take it slow. But Riley, I want to push those limits. I want to come deep inside you.”

  She scraped the back of his neck with her short nails, and it felt as if she’d grabbed him by the cock. Then she circled her hands to his shirt and started unbuttoning it. When she’d finished, she dragged her hands up his naked chest. “You’re so warm.” She tugged at his chest hair, and he nearly lost his mind. “We should go to my bedroom.”

  He didn’t hear any more. He jumped up, lifted her in his arms and set off down the hallway, her surprised laughter ringing in his ears. He found her bed and tossed her onto it. Then he stripped down to nothing, hard and wet and needy for her.

  “Like what you see?” he teased. He knew she did. They always did. He had good genes.

  “Holy crap.” Her eyes fixed on a portion of his anatomy doing its best to impress her. “You’re hung like a horse.”

  “I aim to please.”

  “Well, aim it over here. But try not to put my eye out with that thing.”

  He laughed, not expecting to feel so happy this deep in lust. It was as if being with Riley made him feel more than he should or even wanted to feel. But there was time to dissect the disparity later. Right now he needed to be inside her. “Get naked.”

  She rose on her elbows. “Who put you in charge?”

  “Remember those limits we talked about? Tonight I’m pushing yours. I’m in command. And I’m going to fuck you until you beg. Can you handle that?”

  She stared at him, her lips parting around a gasp. “Oh, wow. You’re not into that dominant stuff, are you?”

  His smile let her see what she wanted to.

  “Whoa. Fine. Okay, but go slow.”

  “Oh, I plan to, sweet. I’m going to take my time devouring every inch of you.”

  Chapter Four

  Riley wasn’t sure when she’d lost control of the situation. But lying on her bed, stark naked while Anson looked his fill, was completely the opposite of how she’d envisioned tonight would go.

  She’d expected she’d need to sweeten the pot to get him to accept the knitting challenge. A month worth of free cupcakes. Being super nice to him around her friends. Maybe doing his laundry or making his dinners. But sex? She hadn’t honestly considered that. As fun, sure, but not as a contest. What had she said before? Whoever comes first wins?

  She had a feeling she was way ahead in the lead. If a woman could orgasm through sight alone, she’d already have done it. Twice. Anson Black was the ultimate male specimen. No fat on him, just pure muscle. He had proportion, mass and a really big cock.

  Her mouth watered thinking about it. She could only pray he knew what to do with what he’d been given. That orgasm the other day was the result of a sexual drought, she was sure.

  “You know,” she said as he continued to stand there, his hands on his hips, his erection jutting and seeming impossibly huge while he stared at her. “You have to actually touch me to make this work.”

  His smirk turned her on even more. “You get talkative when you’re nervous. Good to know.”

  She glared. “Talkative? Look, buddy, you—”

  He looked around, ignoring her, and went to her drawers.

  “What do you think you’re doing?”

  After going through several, he found what he was looking for. He turned back to her holding a few scarves, a devious grin on his face.

  “Oh, hell no.”

  “I guess I win then. That was easy.” His eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

  “Wait. Seriously? You want to tie me up?”

  “It’s not like I’m going to hurt you. You know me.”

  “Well, yeah, but—”

  “Haven’t you ever tried it?”

  “Have you?” Being tied up was one of her deepest fantasies. Oddly enough, because she treasured control in her own life, part of her wanted to give that up and surrender herself to pleasure. But it had never felt right to bring it up with her boring, vanilla boyfriends.

  “I’ve tried it. Never been tied up myself, but I’ve trussed up others.” He shrugged, but if anything, his erection seemed bigger. “You I’ve wanted to tie up for a long time.”

  “Well, okay. But no hurting me.”

  He stopped, and his smirk faded. “Riley, there’s no way in hell I’d ever do that. Even if you begged me to.” He lowered a scarf to her legs and trailed it over her skin. “I’d never do anything to mar the beauty here.” He moved the scarf over her belly. “Or here.” It drifted over her breasts. “Or here.”

  “Damn.” Panting, so wet she felt moisture coat her inner thighs, she spread them wider. “Well, let’s get to it then.”

  His smile returned, and her heart hammered at the sight of it. When had she lost control of the challenge? The moment you agreed to have sex with him, that’s when. Giving up command of her body was a big deal. Her friends thought she used work as an excuse to avoid intimacy, and they were right. And though she could at times be a workaholic, she could admit that relationships scared her.

  Anson tied her wrists to her bedposts. Then he moved to her ankles and tied both of them, leaving her little room to move.

  “Well, at least I know my ass is safe,” she joked.

  The look he shot her stole her breath. “For now.”

  “Anson?”

  “You really should call me Sir.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “When it comes to bossing you around, always.”

  She choked on a laugh. “You’re such a prick.”

  “So I guess Anson will do. I mean, I can’t spank you for misbehaving if you’re tied up like this anyway.”

  “Spanking?” Another harmless fantasy. Who would have guessed Mr. Annoying would be so kinky?

  “What’s going on in that complex brain of yours, I wonder?” He trailed his fingers over her skin, watching her face as he did so. “You’re the only person who’s ever given me a real run for my money, you know.”

  “Oh?”

  He nodded then surprised her by joining her on the bed and straddling her body on his hands and knees. A glance down showed his cock slick at the tip and bobbing, so massive over her.

  “I’m big for you,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to finally slide inside you.”

  “Ah, condom?” She glanced at the condom she’d placed on the nightstand.

  He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I could promise not to come inside you, but you’d be stressing. Don’t worry, I’ll prove I’m clean in a few days.”

  “How?”

  “With a doctor’s note. I’m not playing around, Riley. I want to fill you up.”

  She shivered, lost in lust. “B-but what about me? Don’t you want to make sure I’m clean too?”

  He shook his head, then leaned down to kiss her. By the time he backed away, she realized she was arching her neck off the bed to reach him.

  “I know you’re clean. You aren’t one to chance your health. Just like me.”

  He had a point. Anson had never been stupid, but men had been known to think with the wrong head when sex was involved.

  She tugged at her wrists when he just knelt there, not touching her.

  “Anson?”

  “Impatient. I think I’m winning already.”

  She fumed, her lust mingled with frustration. “I knew this was too good to be true.”

  His soft laugh should have irritated her, but instead it softened her pique. “Just what I was thinking. That you couldn’t possibly smell this good, feel this good.” He lowered himself to drag his dick along her belly.

  Wow, is he sexy.

  His eyes seemed to glow, like emeralds placed in the face of a sexual god. Far be it from her to feed his ego, but yeah, she knew he’d earned it. When he slowly walked up her body and paused over her, giving her an up-close view of his plump sac and thick erection, she salivated.

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nbsp; “Let’s see how I taste, hmm?” He sounded hoarse. Excited, like her, no doubt. Then he moved back and angled himself down, so that his cockhead rested a breath from her lips.

  She opened her mouth and watched him watching her as he eased down.

  A salty drop of precum hit her tongue, and he hissed his pleasure as she wrapped her lips around him and sucked.

  “Damn. Riley…” He groaned. He didn’t move, held himself so still she worried he might be in pain.

  Sexual torment, she revised as she grinned around his cock, sucking harder, wanting more.

  “No. I won’t last this way.” He pulled out, and she let him go with a soft pop. “If you knew how many times I dreamed of this.” He stared down at her, and she watched him, bemused to know she’d starred in his fantasies, the way he’d starred in hers. “Not tonight, not yet. But later I’m going to fuck those gorgeous lips. Come hard down your throat.” He held her throat and squeezed, not hard, but enough to show her he meant business.

  Her arousal amped like lightning.

  “You like that? You getting all wet for me, sweet?”

  He kept calling her sweet, and she liked that the name fit. “Yes…Sir.”

  His eyes darkened. He scooted back over her body, then knelt to kiss her shoulders, her breasts. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard.

  She bucked up, amazed at how sensitive she’d become. Then his fingers were there, tormenting the other nipple, and she feared she’d come too soon again.

  “So good.” He kissed both breasts and moved lower, past the trim nest of curls guarding her sex, and licked through her slick folds.

  “Fuck, Riley. You are sweet.” He grinned at her before delving into her pussy. His lips, his tongue, his teeth. He made a meal of her that had her crying out before she’d wanted to. But he didn’t stop. If anything, her moans and pleas increased her ardor, pushing her past the intensity of her climax into a second, fiercer climb.

  “Yeah, baby. Give it to me. Come all over my mouth.”

  “No. In me, please.” She humped his face, her restraints magnifying her sense of helplessness, the sheer sexuality he possessed as he took her. She had no control over him or her body, and the freedom in her release from responsibility shocked her into another orgasm as he sucked her clit deep into his mouth.