Page 152 of Handsome Devil
“I’m willing to find out,” I told him.
“Here?”
“Absolutely not. But I may go home with you tonight.” I gave him all the cougar billionairess I could summon, and dragged my tongue over my bottom lip. He watched the motion.
“Lucky me,” he said, his voice low, his tone dripping with heat.
“Why would you want to get inside my dress?” I asked casually.
He studied me for a moment. “I had this dream last night that we were in a room overlooking the ocean on some tropical beach. Stuff happened. It was… enjoyable.”
Heat rippled through me as the look in his eyes brought on more vivid memories of last night. The sex-hazed look on his face. His dick… deep in my mouth as he came.
“Oh, yeah?” I said. “What happened, exactly?”
“Hard to remember. I think there was a blowjob involved. I’m pretty sure I fucked you with my fingers.”
My pulse was racing, but I played it cool. “Did I enjoy it?
“Who knows. The blowjob was pretty epic, though.”
“Sounds like a good dream.”
“It was.”
I eyed him with suspicion, dropping the cougar-on-the-prowl act for a moment. “Okay, this game is getting out of hand. Why are you being nice to me?”
“I’m not. I’m role-playing. Why are you being nice to me?”
I forced a laugh. “I’m not. I was generous on our wedding night. Sealing the deal. Don’t get it twisted. Anyway, isn’t this what you asked me to do? Be nice to my husband in public?”
“We’re not in public. No one can see us right now.”
“So?”
“So, grant a dumb, horny jock his request.” His eyes flashed with heat as he resumed playing our little game.
“What is your request again?”
“Let me get your pussy in my mouth. This time you come, I ask for nothing in return.”
Okay, it was definitely heating up in here.
I took another sip of my wine. “Bullshit. Men always want something when they put their face between a woman’s legs.”
His eyes darkened as they drifted down to my cleavage. “I want to touch you.”
I was really starting to like it when he said that to me.
I liked having something he wanted.
I liked the power.
“Fine,” I said. “Not here.”
“Here,” he said, his eyes meeting mine again. “Now.”
“No.”
