Page 151 of Handsome Devil
“Not happening. If our server were to walk in unexpectedly, I’m not going down like that. I’m a billionairess. I have a reputation to uphold.”
“Five minutes,” he said, his eyes darkening as they held mine. “That’s all I need. I’ll tell him to stay away for five minutes.”
“Five minutes… To do what?”
“To make you come on my face.”
Oh, God. The flesh between my legs throbbed with a hungry, impatient pang. My throat felt tight. I could remember, vividly, how he’d teased my nipples with his tongue last night. And nibbled on them. My breasts felt swollen and heavy, begging to be licked.
I could only imagine how that mouth would feel between my legs…
But we hadn’t even made it through our entrees yet.
“Five minutes?” I said. “That’s rather precise. And confident of you.”
“Well,” he said lazily, “that’s how long it always takes with the cheerleaders at the frat house.”
I rolled my eyes. And now he was a college athlete, specifically? He was really offering me the upper hand here. And damn, he was playing his role to a T.
It was turning me on.
“You’re comparing me to an inexperienced coed? I’m a woman. I’d think even a young man like yourself would know he should take his time with a woman.”
“I can take my time,” he said, his eyelids lowering. “What would it take for you to give me ten?”
“Minutes?”
“I’ll take fifteen if you’ll give them to me.”
Christ, he looked hot when he was negotiating. My fingertips trailed over my throat and his eyes dropped to watch. I loved the negotiation. The challenge.
He seemed determined to get between my legs tonight, in any way he could, but he wasn’t in any rush.Confidence. I loved confidence in a man. And not cocky, college hockey player confidence. Grown man confidence. The confidence of the man sitting across from me.
Tonight, it wasn’t cold and condescending.
It was fucking hot.
And this little game made it feel safe to flirt.
It wasn’t him. It wasn’t me.
It was the cougar billionairess and her hot young date.
“If I give you anything,” I told him, “you can take as long as you need. But I highly doubt a young jock like yourself could get the job done.”
A slow, feral smile spread across his face. “I’m up to the challenge if you are.”
Oh, hell yes, I was.
“I might just be.”
He reached to top up our wine. Then he said, very seriously, “Why? Why would you let me get inside that dress? You’re obviously too good for me.”
“I may be. But you look like you know what to do with that tongue.” I sipped my wine as the arousal coursed through me.
Why wasn’t it bugging me that I was considering giving him what he wanted? Maybe because we were pretending that he wasn’t really him?
Or maybe because I was already so aroused that I didn’t fucking care…
