A Deal with the Bossy Devil by Kyra Parsi

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Once again,coconut oil had proven to be the magical cure-all for literally everything.

It took three hours, six full sets of cotton pads, and half a jar of the organic coconut oil we’d found in the pantry, but we were almost done. His arms, hands, neck, and the lower half of his face were all back to their normal color, and I was slowly working my way up his face while he simply watched. Because he’d decided halfway through the process that he enjoyed being pampered way too much to continue helping.

There were a few other things that had slowed us down. Number one, you had to really work the oil into the skin for it to be effective. Two, there was a lot of paint, so you had to go over each little section multiple times, with multiple fresh pads. And three, Adrien and I could not stop talking and giggling about the dumbest shit.

Had we just shut up and focused, we’d have been able to get it all done in less than two hours, and moved on to the only reason I was still here: the hostage situation. But we couldn’t seem to shut up. Even though it was slowing us down, and my cheeks were sore, and my butt was hurting from sitting on the floor for way too long.

And we were so caught up in invading each other’s personal bubbles, with our legs tangled and our laughter mingling, that we accidentally lost track of time. Those initial three hours turned to four, then five, and half his face was still blue.

Every time I instructed him to close his damn eyes so I could clean them, he’d shut them for a few seconds before slighting one open to peek at me. And then we’d fall into another banter-giggle trap.

It also didn’t help that he had an index finger hooked through one of my belt loops, or that his other hand was curved around the side of my thigh. And it really didn’t help that he kept caressing me, his soft gaze constantly traveling from my eyes down to my mouth like he couldn’t decide which one he liked looking at better.

“Adrien, if you don’t close your eyes, we’re going to be here all night,” I told him once I was (finally) done with his forehead.

“Okay,” he said, keeping them wide open. That playful little smirk of his was going to be the absolute end of me.

“That wasn’t an invitation.”

“I’m taking it as one.”

It took another fifteen minutes of bickering, but he finally complied, and I managed to wipe away the remaining paint. It also gave me an opportunity to look at his annoyingly attractive face without being teased about it.

Or so I thought.

“You’re staring again, Sanchez,” he said, his gorgeous lips curving into an infuriating smirk. His eyes were still closed.

I tossed the last dirty cotton pad into the trash. “All right, you’re done. Go shower.”

We had a hostage situation to take care of and I was running out of patience.

He chuckled, rubbing his palms against his eyes as he stood up. “Yes, ma’am.”

I bit down on my own grin and began cleaning up the mess we’d created. Once I was done, I looked to see if there were any flights heading to Toronto in the morning.

I needed to go back at some point, and preferably before the big anniversary party. Because I wasn’t all that keen on being used as a tool to make Adrien’s ex jealous. And I really didn’t want to be there when they made up, after she inevitably realized how big of a mistake she was making marrying that other chump.

There was a flight at ten-thirty tomorrow, which was perfect. My thumb hovered over the booking button as my eyes scanned the information one last time, just to make sure it was all correct.

It was.

So… you should probably go ahead and book it now.

I didn’t have to book it right this second, though. It was probably a good idea to wait until tomorrow morning, just in case.

In case of what?

I don’t know, just… in case.

The hiss of the shower cut off before I could start a full internal argument with myself. And I didn't miss the way my heart leaped with nervous anticipation for what was to come (pun intended).

Adrien walked back into the bedroom wearing his sweatpants, no shirt, and my mind did an immediate nose-dive into the gutter. There was no point in denying it anymore. I wanted to lick every inch of those abs before getting on my knees for him.

But only after he tied my wrists behind my back and ordered me to do it.

“It's eleven-thirty,” I said, just in case he'd lost track.

He tossed the towel he'd been using to dry his hair onto the red ottoman, crossed his arms and leaned a shoulder against the wall. “And?”

My mouth twitched as I plopped down on the bed. “And I'm super tired. So, if you could please stop being so disruptive, I'd like to wind down and go to slmphnmnmh.”

He practically pounced on me, caging me between his arms as his smiling mouth smashed into mine. I returned the kiss with ferocious enthusiasm, my thighs spreading to accommodate the press of his body.

“You taste like candy, Sanchez.” His lips trailed lava from my mouth to my throat before he growled his complaint. “But you didn’t follow my instructions. You were supposed to be waiting for me in the green slip.”

That hadn’t been an accident. “I’ve never been good at listening to authority.”

I yelped when he flipped me onto my stomach, my hands fisting the duvet as my body began to purr. Yes. Punish me. I deserved it.

His palm flattened across the small of my back, pressing me down. “What's your safeword, pretty girl?”

“Cinnamon,” I sighed.

His other hand went to cup my ass cheek. He squeezed it once before giving it a little smack over my jeans. I held back my moan, stuffing my face into the duvet I was clutching.

I wasn't going to make a peep tonight. I'd learned that lesson the hard way.

“Can I trust you to use it when you need to?” he asked. “If it becomes too much? If I get too carried away?”

“Yes.”

Another light smack that sent a shock of pleasure right to my clit, making it hiss. I'd have lifted my hips to give him better access, but he was still holding me down.

“I want to be a little rough with you tonight, Ria.” His voice had dipped into a rugged, hot gravel. He squeezed me again, harder this time. I needed to grab a pillow to stuff my face into, muffle any noise that escaped my throat without permission. “I've been looking forward to fucking you all day, and I'm not in the mood to practice any more self-control. Not when it comes to you and that smart little mouth of yours.”

“Then don't.”

He didn't miss the way that came out as a plea. I might as well have sunk to my knees and begged him to use my body however he wanted. My filter was gone. If I was only going to get one more night of this, I was going to take full advantage of it.

“You sure about that?” he teased dangerously. But before I could answer, his fingers had hooked under the waistband of my jeans and the cotton panties underneath, making my breath stutter. He yanked them down to my upper thighs, leaving my ass exposed to him.

I was vibrating.

“Fuck, Sanchez. Look at you.” His tone was a mixture of praise and awe as he nudged the hem of my shirt up to my waist. “One day I'm going to fuck you just like this,” he promised, trailing his palm back down to my ass. “I'll bend you over, pull your pants down, and take. And you'll love it, won't you, pretty girl?”

That shouldn't have sounded nearly as tempting as it did. I shouldn't have imagined him bending me over his desk back in his office, yanking my jeans down, and fucking me raw. And it shouldn't have made me nearly as wet as it did.

Smack.

The sting of skin-on-skin contact made my hips buckle. I choked back a delicious whimper.

“But tonight, you and I have another score to settle,” he rumbled, soothingly rubbing the cheek he'd just smacked. “So, here's what's going to happen. You're going to change into the green slip, and immediately come back to bed. Any questions?”

“What if I don't listen?”

His fingers dug into my flesh. “Then your sweet little pussy doesn't get fucked, and you don't get to come.”

“Are you sure?” I challenged, a thrill spinning up my chest. “You're willing to punish both of us for my mistake?”

He flipped me again, like I was as light as a pancake. “I said your pussy wouldn't get filled, Sanchez. I have no problem tying your hands to the bedpost and fucking your tits.”

Good lord. “Such a dirty mouth on you,” I chided.

He cupped my bare sex, a devilish smirk pulling at the corner of his sinful mouth as his middle finger teased its way through my soaked folds. “Again, you really don’t seem to mind.”

My lips parted to let out a sigh of pure pleasure. “My body and brain aren't exactly on the same page when it comes to you,” I admitted.

He quirked a brow, the thick pad of his finger circling my entrance. “What's your brain telling you?”

“That I shouldn't want this with you.”

“And your body?”

“My body has lost its mind.”

“That's not what I asked.”

I licked my bottom lip. “My body is currently telling me to rebel. It’s wondering what it would feel like to be tied up, watching you fuck my tits. And whether you'd come in my mouth if I asked nicely enough.”

His finger stopped moving, his hooded gaze taking on a new level of intensity.

I smirked. “What? You think you're the only one with a filthy imagination?”

Without warning, his middle finger slid into me, curling at just the right angle. My hips arched, and I gasped as his palm pressed against my swollen clit.

“Do you have any idea how fucking perfect you are?” he growled, sounding utterly pissed off about it.

“Yes,” I responded cheekily.

Then his fingers and palm moved, working me in the most maddeningly perfect way. I squeezed my eyes and lips shut, gripping his forearm.

“Look at me when I'm fucking you, Ria.”

I released a shaky breath, opening my eyes. The problem was, he was looking at me with such heated concentration and intensity, and my body was so fucking attracted to him, that I wasn't going to last very long if I watched him. And I didn’t want him to know how fast he could push me over the edge. His ego was inflated enough as it was.

“Don't you want me to go get changed?” I asked quietly, trying to mask the quiver in my voice.

He retreated his hand, making a rather lewd show of sucking my arousal off his fingers. Then he gently pulled my pants back up, my shirt back down, and kissed the corner of my mouth. “I'll give you one minute.”

Another thrill rushed through me as I sprang off the bed with a light giggle and ran into the closet. I stripped out of my clothes, my underwear, and slipped into the green silk with twenty seconds to spare. Then I reached for the door handle… and proceeded to lock it.

This was going to be so much fun.