“You can’t feel me now?” I flexed my glutes, pressing my dick firmly against where I knew she craved more pressure.
“No,” she panted. “Too much in the way.”
My head dropped against the pillows of her breasts. “I’m not taking your virginity in this questionably clean club bathroom. And that’s what will happen if my dick comes out.”
All it took was a breathy whine from my wife, and my resolve crumbled.
“Goddammit.” I moved a half step back to let her legs fall away, then began working on my belt buckle. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
I couldn’t contain the groan of relief when my aching length was set free. My perfectly tailored pants had been tight in the crotch all fucking night, courtesy of the bombshell brunette standing opposite me.
My eyes drifted shut as I gave my shaft a few firm strokes, just enough to alleviate the ache. When I finally fixed my stare on Allie, her gaze had honed in on my cock, and her tongue darted out to swipe over her bottom lip.
The image of her on her knees, that bright red lipstick smeared across my hard dick, was almost enough to have me blowing my load on the spot.
“Nope. No fucking way.”
Her head popped up at my harsh words, a wrinkle forming between her brows. “What?”
Instead of answering, I issued a sharp command, “Legs together.”
“But how—?”
I crowded her space, sucking in a sharp breath when the sensitive head of my cock brushed against her soft skin. Gripping her chin, with my voicegone gravelly, I said, “We do this my way, or I walk right back out that door and we forget the whole damn thing. Is that what you want?”
Blinking up at me, she managed the tiniest shake of her head. “No.”
“Then I suggest you do a better job of following orders, princess.”
Allie’s eyes narrowed when I brought out the pet name used to mock her. But even though I’d done my best to piss her off—in the hope that she might be the one to save me from myself and call this insanity off—heels clicking together sharply was deafening in the small space.
It sounded like a single bullet being loaded into the chamber for a game of Russian roulette. Only time would tell if pulling the trigger proved to be fatal.
She held eye contact, a taunting lilt to her following words. “What next, master?”
I clicked my tongue. “Careful, sweetheart, you’re walking a dangerous line.”
“Blah, blah, blah,” she retorted. “All I hear is talk.” Deepening her voice, she did her best imitation of me. “‘No one touches you but me.’ ‘We shouldn’t do this.’ ‘I would destroy you.’ ‘Don’t look at my dick.’” She snorted after that last one, which, technically, I hadn’t said. “Where’s the action?”
Jaw clenching, I arched an eyebrow. “More of the brat routine?”
Allie lifted one shoulder. “Why not? It’s the only thing that works.”
“And I’m expected to reward your bad behavior?” I growled, my face inches from hers.
She gave off an air of false indifference. “Reward it or don’t. I’ve got a drawer full of toys back at the mansion that can pinch-hit if you’re unwilling to finish the job.”
My eyes widened, but my lips curved into a wolfish grin.
Damn, it’s going to be fun making her bend to my will in the bedroom.
“We’ll circle back to thosetoyslater. For now, I want you to clench those thick thighs together as tight as you can,” I ordered.
Done with mouthing off, she silently did as I said.
The fit was tighter than hell, but I managed to force my cock between her legs. Blistering heat engulfed my shaft, the slickness emanating from her dripping pussy coating it and causing my toes to curl inside my shoes.
Nostrils flaring, I warned, “Don’t move a muscle.”
