“Do you want this?” he whispered harshly as she closed her eyes in defeat and licked her lips hungrily.

“Say it, sweetheart,” he demanded when she didn’t answer him. “Tell me to fuck you.”

Groaning, she numbly nodded as she licked her lips while she tried to push back and force him to slide in further, but he quickly stopped her by returning his hand to her hip and held her still.

“Say. It,” he bit out harshly as his hand tightened around her hip, keeping her locked in place as she lay there, desperate for more. “Tell me that you need me to fuck your sweet pussy and put us both out of our misery, sweetheart.”

“I….I,” she mumbled, licking her lips hungrily as her breaths came faster, struggling to fight this even as she shivered with pleasure.

“I can’t wait to fuck you,” he said softly, pressing a kiss against the side of her neck as she lay there, panting and trembling as she waited in agony for him to-

“Shit!” he muttered as he released her hip so that he could beat the shit out of her alarm clock as she laid there, struggling to catch her breath as the reality of what she’d almost done slowly sank in.

Oh, shit…

She’d almost inadvertently agreed to marry him, but that wasn’t the worst of it, not by a long shot…

She’d almost let the manipulative bastard win.

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“Now, where were we?” he asked with a heavy sigh as he tossed the remains of her alarm aside, making a mental note to stop by the store later and get her a new one, and placed his hand back on her hip, more than ready to continue.

He shifted his hips, pulled back to reposition himself and shifted forward to-

Release a vicious growl as Marybeth moved that beautiful ass of hers out of his reach. Before he could grab her and pull her back to finish what they’d started last night she was off the bed and halfway across the room in a matter of seconds. Jaw clenched, he climbed off the bed and moved to follow after her, his cock jerking angrily, voicing its displeasure at being denied the one thing in the world that made it happy as he stalked after her.

Okay, one of three things that made it happy, he rectified as he thought about her beautiful mouth and the way that she always liked to wrap her lips around the tip of his cock and-

His cocked jerked harder, slapping against his stomach, demanding that he move his ass faster. He prayed that she’d start off by using that talented hand of hers to guide his cock to her mouth so that she could soothe the ache in his cock before he bent her over the bathroom sink and fucked her until his legs gave out and was forced to take her to the floor where he fully planned on fucking her until she shouted with joy at the knowledge that very soon, she would be his.            

Licking his lips in anticipation, he went after her, ignoring the approving jerk of his cock and…stumbled to a stop when he registered the white door suddenly blocking his path. Shaking off his annoyance, he reached for the doorknob just as he heard the unmistakable sounds of a door locking.

What. The. Hell?

“Unlock the door, Marybeth,” he bit out as he uselessly twisted and turned the doorknob with trembling hands.

“What was that?” she asked loudly over the sounds of the shower.

“Unlock the fucking door,” he snarled, sounding more like a rabid animal than a man trying to seduce a woman into marrying him, but at the moment he didn’t care. He wanted her, needed her and if she didn’t get her luscious ass out here so that he could bury himself to the balls inside her and hear her screaming his name as he slid inside her wet sheath he was going to lose his fucking mind.

“Huh? Oh sorry, can’t do that,” she said, not sounding sorry at all, he noted with frustration as he continued standing there, staring at the door like an idiot.

“Marybeth,” he said tightly, his hands clenching into fists by his sides while he glared at her door as he struggled to wrap his mind around what had just happened.

She’d retreated.

He should have expected it and found a way to stop her, but instead he’d been too busy patting himself on the back for a job well done and focused on claiming his prize that he’d foolishly forgotten who he was dealing with. Now Marybeth was locked in the bathroom where she was no doubt plotting her next move.

Shit!

He’d been seconds away from getting what he wanted when her damn alarm clock had ruined everything, he thought bitterly, shooting a murderous glare over his shoulder at the ruined alarm clock. He’d been hoping to put an end to this quickly, but that was fine.

More than fine, he decided, shifting his glare to the closed door one last time before he forced himself to walk away.

Chapter 15

“Are you okay, Marybeth?” Uncle Jared asked, startling the living hell out of her.

Biting back a scream that would probably betray the fake smile that she’d slapped on her face, she looked over her shoulder to find Uncle Jared standing behind her, studying her with a frown.

“Marybeth?”

“Hmm, yes, I’m fine,” she said, somehow maintaining that forced smile while she discreetly glanced at the window to make sure that the persistent bastard was still out there.

When she spotted him, waiting in line for the coffee truck, she swallowed nervously as she shot a hopeful glance towards the front door…

Towards freedom.

“Are you sure that you don’t want help in here?” Uncle Jared asked, bringing her attention back to find him studying her with a curious frown.