“What if I don’t?” I asked.
“Then I’ll have to convince you.”
“Convince me how?”
He tilted his head to the side, his eyes taking on a new heat.
And I had that dry swallow choking problem again.
“We’re in my office,” I warned him.
He angled his head to the other side. “You think I won’t fuck you in your office?”
Again, not a challenge. But Hak-kan took it as such. And by the time the Dragon was done presenting his argument, I’d agreed to move in with him, no more talking back. He’d destroyed all of my resistance.
Which made me wonder…
What else would this Dragon convince me to do before our fake engagement came to an end?
15
PHANTOM
A month of living with Olivia had made Phantom cocky—in more ways than one.
So the morning of the surprise baby shower Victor had planned for Dawn, he was pretty confident he could use that big cock of his to convince her not to go.
He woke her up with morning kisses below the waist to get her primed for giving in, then placed her on top of him for a sleepy ride.
He usually didn’t like girl on top sex. Too many women thought it was about putting on a show. They’d jut out their chests and fake moan like they were planning to post that shit on OnlyFans.
But there was nothing like watching Olivia ride him after she’d been properly warmed up in the morning, her eyes hooded as she moved with lazy grace and sunlight shining across her dark skin.
Now, this was something he’d pay to watch on OnlyFans.
He cupped her breasts, partly to watch her blackberry nipples pucker between the sides of his index finger and his thumb and partly because he like the contrast. Black and cream were quickly becoming his favorite color combination.
And he watched her, wholly mesmerized until her rolling action got sloppy. A sign that she was getting close.
Sometimes she forgot how much she liked having her clit stimmied as she fell apart. Lucky for her, Phantom was there to remind her,
He dropped his hands down to her waist and thrust her forward so that his dick and her love button stayed in direct contact as he guided her roll. That was the special sauce right there. Soon she was calling out his Chinese name and grabbing him around the neck like she sometimes did when the climax was too powerful, and she was afraid she’d lose herself if she didn’t hold on to him.
Fuck, she felt good around his dick. They’d been doing this for weeks, and he couldn’t get the notion out of his head that she was made for him.
What other explanation could there be for the way her pussy hugged his cock as she came, strangling it like she was commanding his to come as soon as she did. Hell, sometimes it felt so good, he unleashed at the exact same moment she did.
But today, he gritted his teeth and thought about every time the Nets had lost to those goddamn Celtics to keep from blowing his load.
He stayed hard and waited until she flopped down on top of him to say, “You know, I think it’s going to take me a while to get there today. Maybe we should skip that shower.”
O laughed. “You promised we’d be there, and besides…
She sat up, still impaled on his hard shaft. “I really need to see the reason you’ve been practicing all of these Justin Bieber moves.”
“No, you don’t,” he assured her. “If it were up to me, no one would have to see that.”
“Also, I want to meet the cousin who could convince you to do a Justin Bieber routine.”
Phantom rolled his eyes. “How about since he’s using lunch in the city with us as an excuse to get her out of the house, we just raincheck with the two of them for another day? We’ve only got 30 minutes tops if we want to shower before we head out anyway, and it's not going down. You really want me walking into that party with a huge boner?”
She dipped her head and looked to the side.
Phantom stilled. He could tell when she was feeling insecure and real talk, he didn’t like that shit. “What?”
“Nothing,” she answered.
He settled his hands on her hips. “O, we’ve talked about this. We’re not that couple. If you’ve got a problem, we communicate that shit out. Eyes on me. No clamming up.”
She reluctantly raised her eyes to meet his. “I was just thinking of one way to solve the huge boner problem—one we haven’t tried. But um, I’m not sure if I’m adept at it. I thought I was, but Garrett said….”
Phantom squinted harder than Clint Eastwood in an 80s cop movie. “What did that prick say to you?”
“Not directly to me,” she answered, looking away. “To Leighton. He told her she was so much better at….ah going down on him than I was.”
