Page 161 of My Dark Prince
Not her.
Not Hailey.
“Missed that train, I’m afraid.” Oliver groaned through his answer, holding his breath as my fingertips traced the shape of his cock, root to crown.
She winked. “You can always visit my station if you feel like visiting a different place.”
Yup, I definitely planned on sending her an it’s-not-you-it’s-me break-up email.
“I’m a homebody,” Ollie barely managed.
My hand slid to the button of his pants, which I undid, before tugging down his zipper. To my surprise, his cock sprung out, thick, long, and engorged. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Of course, he wasn’t.
This was Ollie. I should be lucky he came out of the house wearing a pair of pants.
I fisted him in my palm, giving him a good squeeze full of depraved intentions. A moan slipped past his lips.
“Everything okay?” Hailey leaned forward, trying to catch Oliver’s attention. “You look a little pale.”
“That’s because all of my blood is now concentrated in my dick,” he mumbled under his breath, only for me to hear.
He squirmed in his seat but didn’t remove my hand. I began stroking his cock in lazy movements, up and down. The velvety skin didn’t need lube. It was already smooth enough.
I squeezed my thighs together, drunk with need. If he didn’t cash out his prize soon, we’d end up doing something drastic. I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me.
Hailey pouted at Oliver, now completely ignoring me. “What was that?”
I picked up my pace under the table, jerking him off, fueled by desire, and jealousy, and pent-up rage. It occurred to me that I wasn’t jealous of Hailey. I knew she did nothing for him. I just couldn’t – andwouldn’t– shake away the images I’d painted in my head of Ollie and that Instagram chick. Fifteen years was a long time to hold a grudge.
And still …
“I said,” Oliver choked out, “I’m not big on public transportation anyway, so the point is moot.”
“She doesn’t even seem to like you,” Hailey sneered, completely dismissing me. Her reputation truly preceded her.
I quickened the pace. Oliver’s precum slicked his skin, forcing my hand to move faster over his long shaft. Heat and wetness pooled between thighs. I could come, myself, I was so turned on. The adrenaline rushing through my body made me bold.
“I’d take her hatred before anyone else’s love any fucking day,” Oliver groaned.
Done pretending he was still in control, he tipped his head back. His Adam’s Apple bobbed as he closed his eyes and enjoyed me masturbating him in full sight of at least a hundred people. No way did Hailey not figure it out.
Maybe she’s too enamored to even care.
“You know, Hailey,” I murmured in my sweetest, most innocent voice. “Maybe your issue isn’t that your movies aren’t brazen and cutting edge enough. Maybeyou’rejust not good enough for an Oscar.”
I was surprised her jaw didn’t hit the table. She certainly seemed to have the experience running her mouth and doing unholy things with it.
“What did you just say to me?”
I ran my tight fist up, thumbing a pearl of precum on Oliver’s crown and using it to moisten the rest of him. He quivered next to me, his shoulder vibrating against mine. I was drunk on the power of knowing I could do this to him. Render this man every man and woman clamored for speechless with just my hand.
“I said you simply might not be talented enough.”
“You’re aterribleintimacy coordinator.”
“Well, you seem to be a terrible human. So, I guess we’re kind of even.”
