Barely, I manage to hold back my scoff. “Noted.”
Her brain might dislike me, but her body clearly does.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” she says.
I roll my eyes. “Yeah. Okay.”
“It doesn’t,” she insists.
“Okay. Then I’m going to go back to the party.”
Her eyes flit down to where my pants are tented, like an obscene archer’s arrow, pointing directly at her. “Like that?”
“I’m sure I can find someone to help take care of my needs,” I say casually.
I have absolutely no intention of doing so. If she doesn’t want to do this again, fine, great, I can take care of it myself.
If she wants another round…
She grimaces. “Why are you so fucking good at that?”
“Do you really want to know?” I ask mildly. “Or would you rather I show you again?”
She swallows.
I need to regain the upper hand—quick.
“Head on up to the room,” I tell her, my voice hoarse and husky.
Sadie smirks up at me.
“I expect you to be on your hands and knees, naked and waiting for me.” My cock jerks at the idea and I swallow the lust threatening to boil over in my veins.
“And if I’m not?”
She is such a brat, and fuck if I don’t enjoy it.
“Then your ass will meet my hand. Several times, in fact.”
Fuck, I’d love to give her a good spanking. I almost hope she disobeys.
Her pupils dilate even further. “And if I want that?”
My eyes pin hers. “Are you a good girl?” I run my tongue over my lips, relishing every last taste of her. “Or do you need to be punished?”
I graze my teeth over her earlobe and am rewarded with her hitch of breath.
“You tell me, sweetheart.”
However she wants to play this, I’m down. As much as I prefer pleasuring her, I’m perfectly happy to enact punishment. The last two times together have proven we get along like fireworks. She knows just what to say and do to bring me to the edge.
“I’m a good girl,” she says softly, her eyes on the floor.
But she doesn’t sound certain.
“Are you sure?” My voice is as rough as gravel, my cock hard as steel, my zipper biting an indentation along the length.
Fuck, the things I want to do to her…