She rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t hide her grin. “I guess you’re right. And we did just close another big deal.”
“See,” I said, rubbing my thumb across her lips.
“So, what did you have in mind?”
She toyed with the hem of my shirt, sliding her hand beneath the fabric and fanning her hands across the bare skin of my back. I massaged her shoulders, trying to get her as relaxed as possible before telling her my plans.
“Preston,” she moaned, and my dick twitched with excitement.
She tilted her head back, eyes closed, mouth open in ecstasy.Plans? What plans?
I placed kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, between her breasts. She melted into me, relaxing into my touch as I smoothed my hands up her rib cage, beneath her bra. By the time I pinched her nipples, twisting the tight nubs, she was panting. I loved the effect I had on her.
I pushed up her shirt and bra, admiring her gorgeous tits before lavishing each with attention. She palmed me over my shorts, making me even harder if that was possible. I wanted so badly to give in, but I needed to taste her first. I sank to my knees, pushing her skirt up her thighs.
“Fuck,” I groaned when I saw she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I swiped my tongue along her slit, savoring her flavor.
“I know you’re tired,” I said, inserting one finger into her tight channel. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. “But my best friend, Hunter, is in town, and I really want you to meet him.”
“I thought we agreed we weren’t telling anyone.” She clutched the edge of the couch.
“Yet,”I said, meeting her eyes. “We aren’t telling anyone yet.” It was important to me to make that distinction. “And we don’t have to tell anyone anything.”
I added a second finger, curving them toward that magic spot.
“Right there. God, yes.”
I chuckled, knowing she was close. I could tell from the rosy hue spreading across her cheeks, to the way she squeezed my fingers.
“Yes, you’ll go?” I asked.
“Can’t,” she panted.
I stilled, keeping my fingers inside her. I wasn’t ready to give up, and I wasn’t above playing dirty.
“What…?” She opened her eyes and stared down at me. “What are you doing? Why did you stop?”
“Do you want me to continue?” I asked.
She bit her lip and nodded, and I wanted to take her lip between my teeth. “Yes.”
“You want an orgasm. I want you to go with me.” I circled her clit with my thumb, reminding her how good I could make her feel. “I think we can come to a mutually beneficial agreement, don’t you?” I circled faster, driving her wild before stopping again when she still hadn’t answered.
She gripped my wrist. “Preston, I swear to god—”
I smirked, knowing I had her right where I wanted her. “All you have to do is say yes.”
She let out a huff. “Fine.”
“Fine, what?” I pressed, knowing she was a woman who paid meticulous attention to detail.
“Fine. I’ll go.”
“Yes.” Warmth spread through my limbs. “But first, I’ll make you come.”
An hour later, our ride pulled up to the front of Apt. 608. Alexis glanced up at the loft-like space as I threaded my fingers through hers. Music and conversation filtered down to us from the rooftop bar, and I was eager to get inside.
A bouncer greeted us at the threshold. “ID?”
