Summon Lyght(100)

"I'm glad you like what you see."

"What do you want to talk about?" He kept his eyes to the floor, an uneasy feeling overtaking him. This wasn't going to end well. He didn't want to fight with her but she seemed bent on forcing him to prove himself.

He didn't have to look to know she walked toward him with grace and dangerous purpose. "Us." She placed her hands on his abs and there was no helping it. He met her gaze.

"What about us?"

"Well…" She worked his red t-shirt up and stroked his waist. "Finishing what you started, for one."

"Don't do that." Francis voice cracked with needs about to go virile.

"Do what?" She raked her nails softly over the rough ruby cross embedded in his skin and he wondered when it had become attached to his male organ so intimately.

He shook his head. "You know the deal."

"I do know the deal. I dirty you. I fuck you. Remember? You fulfill your part of the deal and maybe I'll consider this love notion."

She was lying.

Pain sliced through Francis.

Wait. Not entirely lying. She was deceiving him. That was a tad different. "I'm sorry. I can't."

She snorted. "Why would I ever give my heart to a man that so easily reneges on his word?"

He swallowed and grabbed her wrists, unable to stand her touch without tearing into her with his tongue and lips and… "Sorry sweetheart. When I agreed to fuck you, I'd assumed you weren't a slut."

Her eyes widened but her smile said she wasn't offended at all. "That's not my fault. You should have done your homework better, baby."

"I did my homework. And you're no slut. So, until you pay up…" He moved her hands so they brushed over his erection. "No fucking deal."

Francis watched those pretty blue eyes fill with calculations and the air around her spike with anger. And arousal. She broke out of his hold with an easy twist of her arms, reminding him of her fighting skills.

She yanked his shirt up and kissed the center of his chest. His air left him and she gave a soft eager moan. "You want it. So do I."

He grabbed her hands before he succumbed to the animal taking over his cells. "Stop it. Don't make me use force."

She looked at him, her gaze lit with desire. "Please." The word was whispered, breathless. "Make me. Touch me. I don't care how you do it or why, just touch me."

The desperate and sincere words came with the brush of her breasts, stabbing into his will. He closed his eyes, his fingers tightening on her wrists.

She finally jerked away and he let go of her. "So why the fuck did you even come early?"

Francis worked to put the fires out in his pathetic body, feeling like an ant spitting on an inferno. "You said you wanted to talk."

She looked at him like he were the dumbest person on the planet. "What is wrong with you? There's a woman wearing panties and no bra, you're not supposed to be resisting me, stupid."

"I can't."

"Right, right, unless I'm all yours, forever and fucking ever. I get it."

"And marry me." He might as well get down to the gritty about it.

She stared at him with raised brows before laughter exploded out of her mouth. She laughed and howled and laughed. Then she tried to catch her breath only to double over with laughter again. She apologized a few times but that ended in hysterics as well. The pain in Francis said this was not a good reaction.

"When will the boy be here? I'll get him and go. I don't want to waste any more of your time."

He wasn't sure if she even heard him with the racket she was making. "Oh my God, I'm sorry, it's just…your boy-scout personality is so cute and priceless. And fucking hilarious."

Boy-scout? "If you knew the things I planned, you wouldn't be calling me a boy."

Her laughter stopped dry and she hit him with a burning gaze. "Now you're teasing me."

"I'm merely telling you the truth."

"Oh right. You don't lie."

"Never."

She began walking around him, slowly. "Tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"Your plans for me."

It's all he'd been thinking about. He'd gotten books when he realized he had no clue how to please a woman. But speed reading thirty books in three hours gave him more knowledge than he'd ever need. "No deal."

"Why not?" Still slowly circling.

"That is for the woman I marry."

She bit back a smile, no doubt finding that cute. Or funny. Either didn't appeal to him at the moment. "You are dead serious, aren't you?" The observation came with her steady slow circling.

"Are you planning to attack me?"

"Maybe." She licked her lower lip, temptingly red. "Would you stop me?"