Ignite (Cloverleigh Farms #6)(64)

“Perfect. I’ll be over in about half an hour.”

“Cool.” He put a hand on the door, pushed it wider and stepped over the threshold, staring me down. “This isn’t a date.”

“Thank God.”

“But if you want to wear the sexy black underwear, I won’t be mad.”

Laughing, I turned him around and shoved him out the door.





“How did you even find this show?” Dex asked me a couple hours later. After dinner, we’d decided to veg out on the couch and watch TV. I’d convinced him to watch a few episodes of Bewitched.

“I don’t remember. I think my grandmother liked it, and we’d watch it when she’d come to visit us.” We sat side by side, our legs propped on the coffee table. Beneath my shorts and oversized sweatshirt, I’d worn the lacy underwear he liked, but he didn’t know it—yet. “I loved the idea of being able to wiggle your nose and cast a spell, and no one would know it was you.”

He snorted. “I bet you tried it.”

“All the time. But it only worked once.”

He put an arm around me. “What was the spell?”

“I made my dad fall in love with our nanny.”

Dex laughed. “Of course you did.”

“I never told a single soul, either. I just wiggled my nose and went about my business, but when it happened, I wasn’t a bit surprised.”

“Magic,” he said.

“Magic.”

“I’m gonna try. Am I doing it?”

I looked up to see him concentrating hard at twitching his nose. “Sort of. Now think about something you want to happen.”

He closed his eyes. Ten seconds later, he opened them again. “It didn’t work.”

“What did you wish for?”

“A blowjob.”

“Dex!” I spanked his leg. “Magic doesn’t work that way.”

“Too bad.” He flipped me onto his lap so I straddled his thighs. “But it’s fine. There are plenty of other things I’d like to make happen.”

I whipped my sweatshirt off, revealing my skimpy black bra, gratified when his jaw dropped open. “Like that?”

“Exactly.” He pulled me closer and rubbed his face against my breasts. “You just made a believer out of me.”





He carried me into his bedroom with my legs wrapped around his waist. After tipping me backward onto the bed, he yanked off my shorts, leaving me in the black bra and panties. “Those stay on,” he ordered when I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of the underwear.

He whipped all his clothes off and climbed over me, his eyes hungry and dark—which was when I took him by surprise and flipped him over. It required all my might, and when I had him beneath me, I laughed triumphantly.

“What’s this?” he asked.

I grabbed his thick wrists and pushed them to the mattress like he always did to me. “I want to be on top.”

“Oh yeah?”

I nodded, slowly rocking my hips, grinding against his hard, swollen cock. “Got a problem with that?”

He growled, his hands curling into fists, then spoke through clenched teeth. “No.”

“Good. Now listen to me.” Talking to him like this, seeing him beneath me on the bed, had my heart racing and my panties wet. “I’m in control tonight. You don’t touch me unless I allow it. You don’t come until I say you can. Understand?”

He gave me his angry-bear scowl and lifted his wrists off the bed, letting me know I was only on top because he was permitting it.

I stopped moving. “Understand?”

Beneath me, his massive erection throbbed like it wanted to answer for him. He dropped his wrists again.

“There, see? You’re going to like this.” Smiling in satisfaction, I leaned forward, brushing the curve of my breasts against his chest, his jaw, his mouth. His arms twitched with the urge to get his hands on me. But since that wasn’t allowed, he lifted his head and used his tongue, stroking my nipples through the satin and lace.

“Take it off,” he commanded.

I laughed throatily. “Nope. You wanted to leave it on, remember?”

After a string of curses, he used his teeth to drag the thin bra cup beneath one tingling peak and quickly sucked it into his mouth before I could stop him. But truthfully, it felt so good, I arched my back and moaned with pleasure and let him do the same to the other breast while I rocked my hips over his rock-hard abs.

I could feel the impatience growing within him, his body tense and trapped beneath me. I lifted my chest and stared down at him. “Your hands stay right here, or I won’t let you come while I ride you.”

He didn’t answer. His breathing was labored and ragged. I tested him, letting go of his wrists—he left them on the mattress.

Smiling, I shimmied down his body. He inhaled sharply as I fisted his huge cock with one hand and gave it a few tight strokes. He propped himself up on his elbows.

I stopped moving my hand.

“I just want to watch,” he said.

“I suppose I could allow that.” Kneeling above him, I pulled my panties aside and positioned the tip of his dick between my legs. Then I slid down his length, inch by inch.

Finally, my body rested on his, and he filled me completely. His cock twitched. I smiled, swiveled my hips, and it happened again.