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That fucking smile.
I wanted to lick it off her face.
“Let’s say I want to make things as comfortably cordial as possible.”
“Cordial isn’t kissing.”
I set my napkin on my lap, clearing everything in the path of my wineglass, which was taking far too long to fill. “I suppose it can be if there’s no feeling behind it. Just lips touching lips.”
“Is that so?”
I leaned onto the table, moving closer to her. “I make up my own definitions, Jovana. People in power can do that.”
“Ha!” She licked across her bottom lip, reminding me that we were on equal ground, despite how much I fucking hated that. “Don’t forget my power, baby.” She winked and my dick clenched. “I’ve got much more than you’re giving me credit for.” She glanced to her right and then left before locking our stares. “Let me remind you of something. We have an entire year together, and you’re not stupid enough to jeopardize your reputation again, which means one whole year of celibacy. That’s going to be quite the mindfuck—or, should I say, lack-of-physical fuck—for someone who likes to hook up all the time. That’s what I call power.”
I liked where this was going.
I liked it far too much.
“Are you saying you’re going to give me your pussy?”
This time, she actually laughed. “Quite the opposite. I’m saying I’m going to make you wait an entire year to have sex. Once the divorce papers are signed, you can sleep with all of Boston. Until then, you’re going to be a sad and very horny panda, I’m afraid.”
“Is that so?” There was something about using her own words and seeing the way they affected her that turned me on. “You’re going to go an entire year, most of it living in my home, without even thinking about my dick? Is that what you’re trying to convince me of?”
Shit, this was becoming more fun by the second.
Because every sentence caused her cheeks to redden even more, her eyes to glare, her expression to intensify. She was trying to hide how she was feeling, but I knew.
Goddamn it, I could see it all over her.
“Before you attempt to do that, which you won’t succeed at, let me paint a little picture for you. Every morning when you wake up in the guest room at my place, you’re going to dream about sneaking into my bedroom, sliding your wet pussy over my cock. Riding me until you fucking scream.” I halted, letting that really sink in. “And at night, when you’re lying in the darkness, you’re going to think about my tongue and how it felt when I licked you. You’re going to be so needy and worked up from those fantasies that your hand is going to reach for your clit and you’re going to stroke it the same way I licked you, swiping it up and down until you come. I may not be able to have sex for a year, but you’re in the same boat, sweetheart. Just think of how easily you’ll come after twelve months of not being touched. Fuck, it’ll take nothing more than just blowing on your clit before you’re shuddering.”
“You’re evil.”
I leaned back in my seat, proud of what I’d just accomplished. “Power comes in all forms, baby. You may have yours, but don’t forget the strength of mine.” I chuckled. “How could you? I believe when you experienced it, it was the hardest you’d ever come. Am I right?” I read her eyes before I said, “I thought so.”
“We’ll see.”
There it was—more fucking goading.
Oh, we’ll see, all right.
I got up from my chair and stepped over to hers, leaning down until my mouth was just above her ear.
The closeness caused her posture to become erect and her to hold her breath, her chest no longer rising or falling.
Her scent wasn’t the only thing that made my cock throb—the feel of her did too.
The way my lips were so near her flesh was nothing but a tease.
“Are you going to tell me that if I reached under your dress and slipped my fingers inside your panties, your pussy wouldn’t be wet?” My whispered words caused goose bumps to rise across her. “That if I did, you wouldn’t beg me to finger-fuck you?” I moved the hair off her neck and positioned my mouth along the side of it, halfway between her collarbone and ear.
“I wouldn’t—”
“Whatever you do, don’t lie to me. I can smell the sweetness of your pussy in the air, and I can see the goose bumps on your skin, which tells me just how wet and turned on you are.” I brushed my lips over her skin. “But I want to hear it from you, Jovana. So tell me, just how wet are you right now?”
I knew I was playing with fire.
