“What are you doing?” I screech the words. Good Lord the man is turning me into a banshee.

My eyes widen as I watch him undo the zipper on his pants—the belt already open.

“Finding something to stuff your mouth full,” he growls. The words are coarse, his voice angry and my body reacts.

It just doesn’t react in the way it should.

My nipples instantly grow taut. It’s like someone dipped them in ice water. My body feels like electricity is pulsating through it, my breath seizes in my chest and it takes effort to exhale. I feel the insides of my thighs grow wet. If I knew I was going to deal with Black, I definitely would have put panties on under my yoga pants.

Maybe the sexy ones Petal and CC made me buy.

“Black you can’t do this,” I tell him, my voice quivering—much like the rest of me.

“Sure I can. Isn’t that what you said? That I didn’t seal the deal?”

I back away from him—more afraid of myself than him. Afraid I’ll… attack him.

“Black…” I stumble back through the open door of the cell. Normally that would freak me out but I’m more worried about making a huge mistake with Black. It hurt when he pulled away before. If I do this—if I have sex with him—it will kill me when he leaves me alone again…

“Don’t worry, Addie. I just plan on sealing the deal,” he says and he begins following me.

He takes one step and kicks his shoe off, then the other. He takes another step and pulls his shirt off. I need to say something, do something. Instead, I stand there like an idiot with my mouth open. He’s got a stark white t-shirt on and that comes off next. I watch as he uses his feet to pull on his socks and then step out of them. Somehow he even makes that look sexy—in a funny kind of way.

“Black, you need to think about this,” I tell him, stalling for time as he stands at the door of the cell. He’s blocking me from running away, but I don’t really want to leave. In my head, I know I should, but my body isn’t exactly listening. “You broke up with me,” I remind him.

“Are you telling me you don’t want me?” he asks and I know that this is it.

The moment of truth.

I might have stood a chance if he hadn’t pushed his pants down. He reaches down and pulls them off. I try not to look… there… I also fail.

He’s huge. Well, in my very limited experience he is… and broad…

Oh my, is he broad.

“Wow…” I whisper. I don’t know if he hears me say it, but I can’t stop myself. Sometimes you just have to appreciate greatness.

“You didn’t answer, Addie. If you don’t want me, you need to tell me now.”

“I don’t like you,” I tell him, and he doesn’t need to know I’m lying.

“Maybe. I probably deserve that. I know I’ve been an asshole. But, sweetheart, you’re standing there licking your lips,” he says as he reaches down. His hand wraps around his cock and I watch as he gives himself one long, slow stroke. I choke down the whimper that wants to escape.

“If I give in, Black, it doesn’t have to mean anything.”

“It will mean something, Addie.”

“It doesn’t have to,” I repeat, not sure why I’m holding onto that… Maybe to give him an out… Maybe to give myself one.

“Take off your shirt,” he orders.

“You don’t play fair,” I complain, but I lift my shirt over my head and toss it toward him. He catches it easily and throws it on the floor.

“No bra. I should spank your ass for running around like that,” he says, his voice rumbling so deeply I can almost physically feel it.

“I’d like to point out I was in my home, relaxing… alone.”

“Ditch the smart mouth and give me those pants, Addie.”

“How did I not know you were so bossy?” I mutter.

“You like it. I can tell by the way your nipples are swollen and hard.”

“It’s cold in here.” I push my pants down, quickly fighting being embarrassed. Normally I wouldn’t have the nerve to do this, but it helps that he keeps being a sarcastic ass.

“No panties either…”

“You like it. I can tell by the way your dick is swollen and hard,” I tell him and throw them so they land on his face. He grabs them, pulls them away from his face and his eyes lock on me as he brings them back to his nose slowly and then inhales.

“That I do,” he says with a sexy smirk on his face.

“You’re such an asshole,” I grumble.

“That mouth of yours needs something to keep it busy…” he says as he walks into the cell with me.

I tremble… but not from fear… I’m so turned on it’s almost painful and damn it if I’m not licking my lips again.