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When I cursed, he smiled, raising a brow as he said, “What was that you told me I needed the other day? Patience?” He moved his fingertips back up my chest, excruciatingly slowly. “Well, consider this me taking your advice.”
Goddammit, Ihadsaid that, and even though part of me now wanted to kick myself for it, I couldn’t deny how much I likedthat he remembered, and was using my words against me to tease the hell out of my cock.
“Nothing here,” he said, giving my chest another once-over. Then he slid his hands under my shirt and pushed it off my shoulders. As it fell down my arms, Preston locked on to the tattoo he’d been searching for, and his smile grew. “Bingo.”
“Satisfied now?”
Instead of answering, he ran his fingers over the black and grey ink that I’d gotten a decade ago. The custom designed tattoo was of a fierce medieval dragon, its spiked tail wrapped around my arm. Preston lowered his head and looked up at me from under his lashes as he brushed his lips across my inked bicep. It was so unexpected, so deliciously sexy, that I inhaled sharply—and he repeated the move, adding his tongue.
I reached for the back of his head, twisting my fingers through his hair with enough pressure to draw his mouth off me.
“We don’t have time for all that,” I said.
“Maybe not now.” I could almost taste the champagne on his breath and had to hold myself back from diving in. “But we could have all the time in the world later.”
“Oh? There something you want, Preston?”
“I want you to invite me over.” The hand on my bicep gripped a little tighter, and he leaned in like he was going to kiss me.
But if this was all just one big tease, I wasn’t giving in so easily. I dodged his mouth, moving to the side of his neck and grazing the smooth skin under his ear with my nose. Fuck, he smelled good—and when he arched his head to give me better access, I felt my self-control begin to slip.
I could take him now. Right here. Do anything I wanted to him, and he’d beg me for more. Fuck whoever was out there waiting for us. All that existed in this moment was the two of us?—
No.I’d already pushed things too far by inviting him to join me somewhere far too public.
But later…
The words were out of my mouth without another thought. “Meet me at my place after dinner.”
Surprise flashed in Preston’s eyes. “Really?”
“Have you changed your mind?”
“Fuck no.” He shook his head, a smile spreading across those lips I was desperate to taste. “I’ll be there. Wherever you want me.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
A quick rap on the door served as a warning that our time together was over. Preston took a step back and looked me over again with unquenched thirst. I could only imagine what I looked like. The cuffs of my shirt around my wrists were the only things that kept it from hitting the floor, my tie dangled loosely around my neck, and Preston’s kiss still lingered on my tattoo.
The fact that no one outside these doors knew what we were doing in here made the whole thing even more intoxicating, but I knew it would be nothing compared to what would happen when I got him alone and finally gave in.
As I pulled my shirt back on and began to put myself back together, Preston glanced at himself in the mirror and smoothed down the back of his hair where my hands had been.
“Enjoy your dinner, Mr. Carrington. Be sure to leave room for dessert.” He winked at me in the mirror and then slipped out the door, leaving me and my aching cock alone…until later.
THIRTEEN
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SITTING THROUGH THE rest of that dinner almost killed me. I would’ve made my excuses and left if Preston had done the same, but he’d been forced to finish the meal with his parents and their guests, and I’d had a front-row seat.
I hadn’t let myself think too deeply about what my invitation meant, because I was past second-guessing what I was feeling. Benoit had been right about one thing—no one had to know. It was clear Preston and I were on the same page about what we wanted, and I’d be damned if I held myself back out of fear.
The second I was through my front door, I tore off my scarf and trench coat, hanging them on the rack more haphazardly than I normally would. Preston’s table had been wrapping things up when I left, and I didn’t think he’d be too far behind. There was no doubt in my mind that he’d be coming tonight—not only to my house, but also, if I had my way, all over himself or me, depending on how I could have him.
My cock was so hard with the need for release that I was tempted to rub one out to take the edge off. Instead, I forced a breath in through my nose, wondering when I’d reverted to a teenager with no self-restraint.
And here I’d been the one telling Preston to have patience. What a hypocrite.
