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As we eat, we read the rest of the text from Felix. He’s lining up interviews with local food sites, and we schedule times with him as we dine. He also says he wants to add Special Edition merch to the shop—T-shirts and mugs with the cute little logo. It’s all so wild and wonderful.
When the meal ends, Gage nods toward the door. “I should take you back to my place, so you and Amanda can go home. But I need to grab something in my office. Come with me?”
I say yes, and once we’re there, he closes the door, then locks it with a definitive click. That sound sends a thrill up my spine. Anticipation weaves through me as the mood shifts.
“I didn’t want to say this in front of everyone,” he says, gesturing to the bar beyond the door.
“What is it?” I ask, my pulse galloping. He’s looking at me with fire in his eyes.
“I feel a little my woman with you. That’s the problem. That guy gets under my skin, and I barely knew why till tonight. Now I get it. He’s fucking jealous, and I hate that he looks at you like he wants you. It drives me insane.”
I shudder. Why do I like his possession so much? It’s raw and dangerous. “The way you look right now drives me a little crazy.”
Gage breathes out hard through his nostrils. “Everything about you, Elodie, every single thing, makes you so damn hard to resist.”
My skin runs hot. My whole body tingles. “This is a challenge,” I tease.
In no time, he closes the distance between us, holding my face. “Maybe we should just agree beforehand that it won’t happen again. Not after. What if we do that?” The man sounds so desperate for a loophole.
“Is this the one more time challenge?”
“Yes. Want to take it with me?”
I shake my head. “Actually I have another challenge for you.”
I get down on my knees.
23
PAINTING A PICTURE
Gage
I’m a patient man. I’d never take before I gave.
But ever since she sent that first dirty text saying I was on my knees, I’ve pictured her just like this. Looking up at me with those lush red lips parted. With those wide blue eyes gleaming. With my dick on her mind and soon in her mouth.
Her hands tiptoe up my thighs, climbing higher then tapping against the ridge of my erection.
“You gonna tease me? Is that my challenge?” I ask.
“It’s the great blow job challenge, Gage. You interested?”
My gaze strays purposefully to my hard-on. “I’d say so, but why don’t you find out if I’m up for it?”
She smirks, then grabs her purse from the floor. “I think I will. One sec.”
Maybe she’s going to silence her phone? Or check it? I’m antsy as she fishes around in the little bag, then grabs something silvery.
Ohhh.
It’s a tube of bright red lipstick, and she applies it seductively—of fucking course, since she does everything seductively—then smacks her lips.
After she returns the makeup to its home, her fingers dance up to the button on my jeans. She pops it open and slides down the zipper ever so slowly, watching me the whole time with avid eyes.
I haul in a breath.
I’ve never seen so much desire in someone’s irises. She looks like she’s exactly where she wants to be. It’s a heady thought and it’s scrambling my brain, the idea that she’s this excited to suck me off.
