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Dominik (Arizona Vengeance #6)(26)
Author: Sawyer Bennett

Another tiny growl escapes her, but it has no punch since she wiggles her ass against my thickening cock.

“Admit it,” I whisper, grinding into her ass. “You came here because you wanted this.”

Willow shakes her head frantically, and I chuckle. “Liar. Beautiful, fuckable liar. You totally want it. It’s why you came to the owner’s box.”

She starts to shake her head again, but I slide my other hand between her legs to cup her possessively and she arches against my touch.

“I’ll give it to you, Willow. If you want it.”

A low, keening sound comes from her throat. I take that to mean it’s not just something she wants, but something she needs.

The rest is a blur. I think it’s the way she rocks backward into me, grinding that lush ass against my hard length. How she doesn’t remove the tie from her mouth, even though she’s more than capable. Choosing silence instead of the opportunity to tell me I’m right about the reasons for her being here.

Somehow, her leggings end up around her ankles. I also manage to get one shoe off and one pant leg pulled free. I force her legs apart, kneel, and work her with my mouth from behind. She squirms against me, squeals against the gag. When she’s a writhing, sopping mess, I surge up with my cock in hand and my pants low around my waist. Slamming into her—claiming her as mine—is the best fucking feeling in the world because Willow came back on her own volition.

I have no clue what it means.

For all I know, it’s still just sex to her.

Maybe more, since Willow is the most complex woman I’ve ever met.

We have a lot of talking to do, but first… fucking.

I drive into her over and over again. Willow plants her feet and pushes back against me with every thrust, forcing me in deeper whether I want to be there or not.

But, oh… I want to be there.

Deep inside of her—every fucking chance I can get.

Reaching out, I put one hand on her shoulder and with the other, I yank the tie out of her mouth before grabbing her hip to hold her steady as I fuck her over my desk.

“Admit it, Willow,” I grunt, plunging my cock into her. “We’re good together.”

I get nothing but gasps and moans in response.

I draw my hand back, then let it fly forward to crack down on her ass. It’s something we discovered she likes very much… on that very first night we were together.

Willow yips, slamming back onto my cock so hard it actually hurts. I smack her ass again, the resounding blow causing my hand to tingle. “Admit it,” I growl.

“We’re good together,” she gasps, then her back arches so deeply I think her spine might break as she starts to come. I can feel it all over, her orgasm leeching into me and mine gallops forward to meet her pleasure.

I push in hard, plant deep, and unload eight fucking days of pent-up frustration, lust, and worry into her. Vaguely, I hear the buzzer in the arena going off, signifying the end of the game.

My team is down there on the ice, presumably having kept our lead and won game two, yet… I can’t find it within me to be bothered to care right now.

Because the woman splayed out underneath me has once again rocked my world in a way I can’t compare to any feeling I’ve ever had before.

What I have with her is unique, and therefore, it can’t be taken lightly anymore.

I bring my palms to the desktop again, lower myself onto her, and brush my lips across the nape of her neck. “You okay?”

“More than,” she mutters and although I can’t see her face, I can hear her smile.

“You’re coming home with me tonight,” I order, allowing no room for argument.

“Okay,” she whispers… seeming totally replete.

“And you’re staying with me, at least until the playoffs are over,” I press, needing her to agree to more than one night.

“Okay,” she says again without an ounce of hesitation and I feel triumphant.

“Good girl.”

 

 

CHAPTER 16

 


Willow


Things have changed, and I don’t understand any of it. One minute, I was furious with Dominik for trying to be so controlling and spilling the beans to my family about how dangerous my job is. The next, I was walking into his Santa Monica home for a four-day romantic getaway so I can see where he lives and meet his friends.

In between the infamous desk sex—which may go down as the best I’ve ever had—and him opening the door to his hillside beach home, so much has happened.

The morning after my return to the States, I met with my parents for breakfast and we had a heart-to-heart conversation. Basically, my dad raged while my mother patted his hand the entire time in quiet solidarity. When it was all said and done, we came to a quiet acceptance of each other’s positions.

Or, as my dad grumbled, we reached a stalemate.

Basically, I refused to stop doing what I love doing, but I did promise to be more transparent with them as to exactly what the danger level is and to keep them up to date on the security and protection I have onsite to help alleviate their fears.

They refused to stop worrying, but they did promise they would support my need to continue my chosen, and much loved, career. I also promised I would be very choosy in the assignments I accepted, and I wouldn’t take on too many dangerous assignments in deference to their fears.

Dax and I are a different matter. There’s no talking to him about this because he doesn’t listen. He’s much like Dominik in how he thinks he knows everything and is basically a caveman when it comes to women in the line of danger. We’re also at a stalemate and luckily, I haven’t been around him that much, since he’s all dark glares and frowns.

I spent most of my time this past week with Dominik at his house in Phoenix. Honestly, I’d been a bit of a slug. While he went off to his office at the arena each day to do whatever it is he does to run his conglomerate of billionaire things, I’d sunned poolside, read books, and cooked new recipes for dinner. I was in pure vacation mode really. Still am.

Of course, the second round of the playoffs dominated everything for us. The Vancouver Flash turned out to be a bit more formidable than the Seattle Storm, but we took them down in game five. That left us with four days until the next round started—the conference finals—and Dominik suggested a trip to California.

I agreed because things have definitely changed, which is mostly my doing.

It stems from my acceptance of the fact Dominik is different, not just from other men, but from people in general.

Bottom line… I’m fascinated by him.

Wildly attracted to him.

And terrified of him, but I love danger and adrenaline, so it’s like the overly used cliché of a moth to flame.

Dominik somehow managed to burst my bubble of self-preservation against heartbreak and letdown, and I’ve decided to take the risk. I have no idea where this is going, but I’m curious enough to let it play out.

Now, I follow Dominik into his home as he effortlessly maneuvers our luggage. Let’s face it… he’s as built as his hockey players.

There’s no stopping my gasp of amazement and shock as I take in the living area overlooking the sparkling Pacific Ocean. It has floor-to-ceiling doors open to a patio running the length of the house, giving me an unobstructed view.

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